A woman is crying in the staff room. "What's wrong, Cheryl?" her friend asks. "It's my ex-husband," she sniffs. "The vindictive arsehole?" "Yes," she says tearfully. "He won fifty million on the lottery last week and he just sent me a video and a text saying: 'I WON THE LOTTERY AND NOW IM FUCKIN RICH!!!!!!'" "So what?" the friend says. "He may have loads of money now but he's still the same sick, revenge-obsessed freak as before. At least you're in a good relationship now and there's nothing that spiteful creep can do to wreck that." "You don't understand," sobs Cheryl. "Rich is my fiance."