"Mad Padraic", who was too mad even for the IRA to allow him to join, is particularly fond of his kitty, Wee Thomas. In a grossly described turn of events, Wee Thomas is brutally killed and Padriac is coming home to find out "what fecking happened".

Donny (scared): Oh, Padraic, don't be tying me hands behind me back, now. We know what you be doing to fellas their hands you tie behind their back ...

Davey: What does he be doing to them, Donny? Tickling them?

Donny gives him a look.

Davey (crying): I was just trying to keep me hopes up.

Not a play I would suggest for the easily squeamish (the last scene opens with a "blood-soaked living room strewn with body parts"), but McDonagh is at his black comedy best with The Lieutenant of Inishmore.