Don't pull that rictus gurn. Come on, big smile. Smile for The Sun, Nicola. Smile like you mean it. Stop it. Don't you dare cry. Don't you dare. Smile for us. Our readers want you to smile. You like our readers, don't you? Hmmm? They like you. They'll respect you for it. Smile, Nicola. Smile for The Sun. Come on, you can do better than that! Shut up. No one cares about 96 dead scousers. No one. Cares. They pissed on the dead. They're animals. Because we fucking said so. Now, smile. Smile for The Sun. Show us how much you love us. Show us your big happy smile. Show us how glad you are we're here. You want this publicity, Nicola? Hmmm? Do you? Bigger smile, then. So that's the best we're going to get, is it? Okay. Here's your publicity - now, fuck off.