Toast crumbs in the butter tub

I should explain why it don't bother me. I have fond memories of it. When I was in college I used live with a lad who loved and I mean loved to come home after a feed of beer and ate mounds of butter on toast but he was seriously OCD.

If he saw crumbs in the butter he'd go round the house shouting "Come out ye black and tans! Come out and fight me like a man!" Referring to the black toast bits and tan butter.

We used have great craic with this. We'd purposely put them in and then hide in the bedroom next to the kitchen with the door ajar. Wisht! we say. Lah! t'is Collie! Wisht will ya!

He'd see the crumbs and slam his butter knife down and start roaring at the black and tans. In he'd come fists flying! Ah boys twas the Craic!

Other times we'd hide and if he couldn't find us he'd start screaming like a demented animal and usually end up slumped on the landing after 10 minuts against the wall panting like he was dying.