blackhawkrush

Well when I say 'house' it was only a hole in the ground covered by a piece of tarpolin, but it was a house to us. :codger: You told these people to eat my juniper berries. You break my bloody foot. You break my vow of silence, and then you try and clean up on my juniper bushes! Only you said we must have a drink together sometime, so I thought I'd take you up on it as the film society meeting was cancelled this evening. And what is the name of your ravishing wife? Brooky, my flat mate - and nothing else, I'd like to emph asize that. :coy: All right Robert, all right, I've got a tongue in my head - I'll do 'talkin'. Aye... I like yer fancy suit. Is that what they're wearing up in Chicago now? It's more a sort of idealized version of the complete Bonchester Bridge Man. :codger: I do not look odd like this - it's that lot that looks odd. It's bleeding weird having half the Tudor nobility lugging around on motorized bicycles. Well, we've always been extremely interested in modern drama...we were of course the first Townswomen's Guild to perform 'Camp on Blood Island.' :wub: And the bezan shall be huge and black, and the eyes thereof red with the blood of living creatures, and the whore of Babylon shall ride forth on a three-headed serpent, and throughout the lands, there'll be a great rubbing of parts. Roger Moore will drop in for lunch, bringing Tony Curtis with him. :cool: :cool: It is incredible, isn't it, that in these days when man can walk on the moon and work out the most complicated hire purchase agreements, I still get these terrible headaches. Well... I seem to have wandered a bit, but still, no harm done. Jolly good luck. No, no, no. Please do carry on because that is in fact why we wanted you on TRF. :) Before that of course I was a Yeti Spotter. I his, how you say...succ...sussor...I'm his successor, Mr. Atkinson. :hi:

Well when I say 'house' it was only a hole in the ground covered by a piece of tarpolin, but it was a house to us. :codger: You told these people to eat my juniper berries. You break my bloody foot. You break my vow of silence, and then you try and clean up on my juniper bushes! Only you said we must have a drink together sometime, so I thought I'd take you up on it as the film society meeting was cancelled this evening. And what is the name of your ravishing wife? Brooky, my flat mate - and nothing else, I'd like to emph asize that. :coy: All right Robert, all right, I've got a tongue in my head - I'll do 'talkin'. Aye... I like yer fancy suit. Is that what they're wearing up in Chicago now? It's more a sort of idealized version of the complete Bonchester Bridge Man. :codger: I do not look odd like this - it's that lot that looks odd. It's bleeding weird having half the Tudor nobility lugging around on motorized bicycles. Well, we've always been extremely interested in modern drama...we were of course the first Townswomen's Guild to perform 'Camp on Blood Island.' :wub: And the bezan shall be huge and black, and the eyes thereof red with the blood of living creatures, and the whore of Babylon shall ride forth on a three-headed serpent, and throughout the lands, there'll be a great rubbing of parts. Roger Moore will drop in for lunch, bringing Tony Curtis with him. :cool: :cool: It is incredible, isn't it, that in these days when man can walk on the moon and work out the most complicated hire purchase agreements, I still get these terrible headaches. Well... I seem to have wandered a bit, but still, no harm done. Jolly good luck. No, no, no. Please do carry on because that is in fact why we wanted you on TRF. :)

Well when I say 'house' it was only a hole in the ground covered by a piece of tarpolin, but it was a house to us. :codger: You told these people to eat my juniper berries. You break my bloody foot. You break my vow of silence, and then you try and clean up on my juniper bushes! Only you said we must have a drink together sometime, so I thought I'd take you up on it as the film society meeting was cancelled this evening. And what is the name of your ravishing wife? Brooky, my flat mate - and nothing else, I'd like to emphasize that. :coy: All right Robert, all right, I've got a tongue in my head - I'll do 'talkin'. Aye... I like yer fancy suit. Is that what they're wearing up in Chicago now? It's more a sort of idealized version of the complete Bonchester Bridge Man. :codger: I do not look odd like this - it's that lot that looks odd. It's bleeding weird having half the Tudor nobility lugging around on motorized bicycles. Well, we've always been extremely interested in modern drama...we were of course the first Townswomen's Guild to perform 'Camp on Blood Island.' :wub: And the bezan shall be huge and black, and the eyes thereof red with the blood of living creatures, and the whore of Babylon shall ride forth on a three-headed serpent, and throughout the lands, there'll be a great rubbing of parts. Roger Moore will drop in for lunch, bringing Tony Curtis with him. :cool: :cool:

Well when I say 'house' it was only a hole in the ground covered by a piece of tarpolin, but it was a house to us. :codger: You told these people to eat my juniper berries. You break my bloody foot. You break my vow of silence, and then you try and clean up on my juniper bushes! Only you said we must have a drink together sometime, so I thought I'd take you up on it as the film society meeting was cancelled this evening. And what is the name of your ravishing wife? Brooky, my flat mate - and nothing else, I'd like to emphasize that. :coy: All right Robert, all right, I've got a tongue in my head - I'll do 'talkin'. Aye... I like yer fancy suit. Is that what they're wearing up in Chicago now? It's more a sort of idealized version of the complete Bonchester Bridge Man. :codger: I do not look odd like this - it's that lot that looks odd. It's bleeding weird having half the Tudor nobility lugging around on motorized bicycles. Well, we've always been extremely interested in modern drama...we were of course the first Townswomen's Guild to perform 'Camp on Blood Island.' :wub:

Well when I say 'house' it was only a hole in the ground covered by a piece of tarpolin, but it was a house to us. :codger: You told these people to eat my juniper berries. You break my bloody foot. You break my vow of silence, and then you try and clean up on my juniper bushes! Only you said we must have a drink together sometime, so I thought I'd take you up on it as the film society meeting was cancelled this evening. And what is the name of your ravishing wife? Brooky, my flat mate - and nothing else, I'd like to emphasize that. :coy: All right Robert, all right, I've got a tongue in my head - I'll do 'talkin'. Aye... I like yer fancy suit. Is that what they're wearing up in Chicago now? It's more a sort of idealized version of the complete Bonchester Bridge Man. :codger:

Well when I say 'house' it was only a hole in the ground covered by a piece of tarpolin, but it was a house to us. :codger: You told these people to eat my juniper berries. You break my bloody foot. You break my vow of silence, and then you try and clean up on my juniper bushes! Only you said we must have a drink together sometime, so I thought I'd take you up on it as the film society meeting was cancelled this evening. And what is the name of your ravishing wife? Brooky, my flat mate - and nothing else, I'd like to emphasize that. :coy:

:eh: Yes, never mind, never mind. As I was saying, how do you find the new vicarage?

Also, at one point you can see a pair of buttocks and there's another bit where I'll swear you can see everything. :blush: Inter...course... pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty...erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone! Loose woman...erogenous zone. :drool: There's a proper psychiatrist to see you, Dr. Your_Lion. :smash: Oh, come come, you must try to rest! Doctor Piglet, Doctor Winston, practice your art. Well, we'll be taking you back there as soon as there are new developments. :fuckinputer: When you took over this account Robert, Conquistador was a brand leader. Here you introduced your first campaign, 'Conquistador Coffee brings a new meaning to the word vomit'. Oh, I hadn't fully divined your attitude towards the :spitwater: You see, I mainly design slaughter houses. Ugh! Dreadful tin things. Little bits of tin consolidated although biscuits sank after an early gain and stools remained anonymous. Armpits rallied well after a poor start. Nipples rose dramatically during the morning but had declined by mid-afternoon, while teeth clenched and buttocks remained firm. The Champ must try and keep his head on. The Killer's kicked him in the groin and he's bitten half his left buttock off and the referee's stepped in with a warning there. You are a naughty, naughty, vicious little boy. :poke: Oh, look at that! Good God! Get me the Supreme Commander Land, Sea and Air Forces, immediately! And what about the bombs? :o Good Lord, they are expensive. I can only give you name, rank, and why did the chicken cross the road? Come on, Stapleton. Remember what happened to Nigel... :rose: :LMAO: :rose: Nigel's shot himself: Nigel is third in this fine and most exciting Upperclass Twit of the Year Show I've ever seen. Covered in glory, Your_Lion rode home to Yorkshire to see his beloved wife, but all was not well. You divorced her and married me. :whipgirl:

Also, at one point you can see a pair of buttocks and there's another bit where I'll swear you can see everything. :blush: Inter...course... pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty...erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone! Loose woman...erogenous zone. :drool: There's a proper psychiatrist to see you, Dr. Your_Lion. :smash: Oh, come come, you must try to rest! Doctor Piglet, Doctor Winston, practice your art. Well, we'll be taking you back there as soon as there are new developments. :fuckinputer: When you took over this account Robert, Conquistador was a brand leader. Here you introduced your first campaign, 'Conquistador Coffee brings a new meaning to the word vomit'. Oh, I hadn't fully divined your attitude towards the :spitwater: You see, I mainly design slaughter houses. Ugh! Dreadful tin things. Little bits of tin consolidated although biscuits sank after an early gain and stools remained anonymous. Armpits rallied well after a poor start. Nipples rose dramatically during the morning but had declined by mid-afternoon, while teeth clenched and buttocks remained firm. The Champ must try and keep his head on. The Killer's kicked him in the groin and he's bitten half his left buttock off and the referee's stepped in with a warning there. You are a naughty, naughty, vicious little boy. :poke: Oh, look at that! Good God! Get me the Supreme Commander Land, Sea and Air Forces, immediately! And what about the bombs? :o Good Lord, they are expensive. I can only give you name, rank, and why did the chicken cross the road? Come on, Stapleton. Remember what happened to Nigel... :rose: :LMAO: :rose:

Also, at one point you can see a pair of buttocks and there's another bit where I'll swear you can see everything. :blush: Inter...course... pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty...erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone! Loose woman...erogenous zone. :drool: There's a proper psychiatrist to see you, Dr. Your_Lion. :smash: Oh, come come, you must try to rest! Doctor Piglet, Doctor Winston, practice your art. Well, we'll be taking you back there as soon as there are new developments. :fuckinputer: When you took over this account Robert, Conquistador was a brand leader. Here you introduced your first campaign, 'Conquistador Coffee brings a new meaning to the word vomit'. Oh, I hadn't fully divined your attitude towards the :spitwater: You see, I mainly design slaughter houses. Ugh! Dreadful tin things. Little bits of tin consolidated although biscuits sank after an early gain and stools remained anonymous. Armpits rallied well after a poor start. Nipples rose dramatically during the morning but had declined by mid-afternoon, while teeth clenched and buttocks remained firm. The Champ must try and keep his head on. The Killer's kicked him in the groin and he's bitten half his left buttock off and the referee's stepped in with a warning there. You are a naughty, naughty, vicious little boy. :poke: Oh, look at that! Good God! Get me the Supreme Commander Land, Sea and Air Forces, immediately! And what about the bombs? :o Good Lord, they are expensive.

Also, at one point you can see a pair of buttocks and there's another bit where I'll swear you can see everything. :blush: Inter...course... pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty...erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone! Loose woman...erogenous zone. :drool: There's a proper psychiatrist to see you, Dr. Your_Lion. :smash: Oh, come come, you must try to rest! Doctor Piglet, Doctor Winston, practice your art. Well, we'll be taking you back there as soon as there are new developments. :fuckinputer: When you took over this account Robert, Conquistador was a brand leader. Here you introduced your first campaign, 'Conquistador Coffee brings a new meaning to the word vomit'. Oh, I hadn't fully divined your attitude towards the :spitwater: You see, I mainly design slaughter houses. Ugh! Dreadful tin things. Little bits of tin consolidated although biscuits sank after an early gain and stools remained anonymous. Armpits rallied well after a poor start. Nipples rose dramatically during the morning but had declined by mid-afternoon, while teeth clenched and buttocks remained firm. The Champ must try and keep his head on. The Killer's kicked him in the groin and he's bitten half his left buttock off and the referee's stepped in with a warning there. You are a naughty, naughty, vicious little boy. :poke: Oh, look at that!

Also, at one point you can see a pair of buttocks and there's another bit where I'll swear you can see everything. :blush: Inter...course... pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty...erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone! Loose woman...erogenous zone. :drool: There's a proper psychiatrist to see you, Dr. Your_Lion. :smash: Oh, come come, you must try to rest! Doctor Piglet, Doctor Winston, practice your art. Well, we'll be taking you back there as soon as there are new developments. :fuckinputer: When you took over this account Robert, Conquistador was a brand leader. Here you introduced your first campaign, 'Conquistador Coffee brings a new meaning to the word vomit'. Oh, I hadn't fully divined your attitude towards the :spitwater: You see, I mainly design slaughter houses.

Also, at one point you can see a pair of buttocks and there's another bit where I'll swear you can see everything. :blush: Inter...course... pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty...erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone! Loose woman...erogenous zone. :drool: There's a proper psychiatrist to see you, Dr. Your_Lion. :smash: Oh, come come, you must try to rest! Doctor Piglet, Doctor Winston, practice your art. Well, we'll be taking you back there as soon as there are new developments. :fuckinputer:

Also, at one point you can see a pair of buttocks and there's another bit where I'll swear you can see everything. :blush: Inter...course... pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty...erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone! Loose woman...erogenous zone. :drool: There's a proper psychiatrist to see you, Dr. Your_Lion. :smash:

Also, at one point you can see a pair of buttocks and there's another bit where I'll swear you can see everything. :blush:

:ranton: Anyone found trivializing this war will face the supreme penalty that military law can provide. :rantoff: Well, they've spent a good night in there last night in preparation for the final assault today. The leader of the expedition is twenty-nine-year-old Bert Tagg - a local headmaster and mother of three. It's Ghastly Spotty Cross-Eyed's :wacko: birthday and she's having a disemboweling party for a few friends. No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb, and was killed in shooting accident. Nasty business. I his susscussor... how you say... succsussor. Dear Sir, I am writing to complain about that post about people failing out of a high building. I have worked all my life in such a building and have never once.... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrgghhh Popular as this jest has always been, however, it cannot compare with the ribald connotations associated with the dispatch of an edible missile. First... first the simple straightforward "offensive deposit." :eyeroll: You promised you'd tell us about pointed sticks. You see! There ought to be a safety catch on it, I mean ... ohhhh! I mean, what if this fell into the wrong hands? Well I mean, blimey, I mean if it was a big war somebody could be hurt. :scared: The Reverend Charlie `Drooper' Hyper-Squawk Smith. the cleft-palated RAF chaplain, who single-handed shot down over five hundred German chaplains. This is the story of the men who flew with him ... it really is! Oh, 'an aeroplane'. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren't we? 'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane. It's an airship...an airship...d'you hear!? :bitchslap: Hold on then... Wingco! Bend an ear to the Squadron Leader's banter for a sec, would you? Uh, d-- don't-- don't worry about hi-- him, sir. He's de-- he's de-- He's de-- de-- de-- he's deaf and m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- mad, sir. Monsieur Necker? :tongue: The man who introduced so many valuable reforms and who proved so popular despite his opposition to Mirabeau's policy of issuing 'assignats'? Pretty strong meat there from Longueur who is saying, of course, that ultimately materialism, in this case the Webb's Wonder lettuce, must destroy us all. Well, apparently the whole structure of world peace may be threatened unless we immediately...get out of here! :outtahere:

:ranton: Anyone found trivializing this war will face the supreme penalty that military law can provide. :rantoff: Well, they've spent a good night in there last night in preparation for the final assault today. The leader of the expedition is twenty-nine-year-old Bert Tagg - a local headmaster and mother of three. It's Ghastly Spotty Cross-Eyed's :wacko: birthday and she's having a disemboweling party for a few friends. No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb, and was killed in shooting accident. Nasty business. I his susscussor... how you say... succsussor. Dear Sir, I am writing to complain about that post about people failing out of a high building. I have worked all my life in such a building and have never once.... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrgghhh Popular as this jest has always been, however, it cannot compare with the ribald connotations associated with the dispatch of an edible missile. First... first the simple straightforward "offensive deposit." :eyeroll: You promised you'd tell us about pointed sticks. You see! There ought to be a safety catch on it, I mean ... ohhhh! I mean, what if this fell into the wrong hands? Well I mean, blimey, I mean if it was a big war somebody could be hurt. :scared: The Reverend Charlie `Drooper' Hyper-Squawk Smith. the cleft-palated RAF chaplain, who single-handed shot down over five hundred German chaplains. This is the story of the men who flew with him ... it really is! Oh, 'an aeroplane'. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren't we? 'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane. It's an airship...an airship...d'you hear!? :bitchslap: Hold on then... Wingco! Bend an ear to the Squadron Leader's banter for a sec, would you? Uh, d-- don't-- don't worry about hi-- him, sir. He's de-- he's de-- He's de-- de-- de-- he's deaf and m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- mad, sir. Monsieur Necker? :tongue: The man who introduced so many valuable reforms and who proved so popular despite his opposition to Mirabeau's policy of issuing 'assignats'?

:ranton: Anyone found trivializing this war will face the supreme penalty that military law can provide. :rantoff: Well, they've spent a good night in there last night in preparation for the final assault today. The leader of the expedition is twenty-nine-year-old Bert Tagg - a local headmaster and mother of three. It's Ghastly Spotty Cross-Eyed's :wacko: birthday and she's having a disemboweling party for a few friends. No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb, and was killed in shooting accident. Nasty business. I his susscussor... how you say... succsussor. Dear Sir, I am writing to complain about that post about people failing out of a high building. I have worked all my life in such a building and have never once.... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrgghhh Popular as this jest has always been, however, it cannot compare with the ribald connotations associated with the dispatch of an edible missile. First... first the simple straightforward "offensive deposit." :eyeroll: You promised you'd tell us about pointed sticks. You see! There ought to be a safety catch on it, I mean ... ohhhh! I mean, what if this fell into the wrong hands? Well I mean, blimey, I mean if it was a big war somebody could be hurt. :scared: The Reverend Charlie `Drooper' Hyper-Squawk Smith. the cleft-palated RAF chaplain, who single-handed shot down over five hundred German chaplains. This is the story of the men who flew with him ... it really is! Oh, 'an aeroplane'. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren't we? 'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane. It's an airship...an airship...d'you hear!? :bitchslap:

:ranton: Anyone found trivializing this war will face the supreme penalty that military law can provide. :rantoff: Well, they've spent a good night in there last night in preparation for the final assault today. The leader of the expedition is twenty-nine-year-old Bert Tagg - a local headmaster and mother of three. It's Ghastly Spotty Cross-Eyed's :wacko: birthday and she's having a disemboweling party for a few friends. No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb, and was killed in shooting accident. Nasty business. I his susscussor... how you say... succsussor. Dear Sir, I am writing to complain about that post about people failing out of a high building. I have worked all my life in such a building and have never once.... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrgghhh Popular as this jest has always been, however, it cannot compare with the ribald connotations associated with the dispatch of an edible missile. First... first the simple straightforward "offensive deposit." :eyeroll: You promised you'd tell us about pointed sticks.

:ranton: Anyone found trivializing this war will face the supreme penalty that military law can provide. :rantoff: Well, they've spent a good night in there last night in preparation for the final assault today. The leader of the expedition is twenty-nine-year-old Bert Tagg - a local headmaster and mother of three. It's Ghastly Spotty Cross-Eyed's :wacko: birthday and she's having a disemboweling party for a few friends.

:ranton: Anyone found trivializing this war will face the supreme penalty that military law can provide. :rantoff:

Because Drake was too clever for the German fleet. :atickhum: The German casualties were appalling. :laughing yellow guy: :LMAO: :laughing guy: :joker: :LOLsign: :rfl: But the treatment does work with some people. This chap came to us straight from the Chichester Festival; we operated just in time, and now he's almost normal. You are Sandy Camp, the actor? :blink: Acting on a hunch I spent several months in Buenos Aires as Blind Pew, returning through the Panama Canal as Ratty, in 'Toad of Toad Hall'. Those who were left alive at the end got their money back. :ebert: You see I mainly design slaughter houses. Yes, pity. Mind you, this is a real beaut. I mean, none of your blood caked on the walls and flesh flying out of the windows, inconveniencing the passers-by with this one. All right then, what about 8a Woodford Square? Look, how many streets do you know that have got lakes in them? Where are we going to get forty-four tons of plankton from every morning? Blackhawkrush was dead vexed about that. They thought he was mad in the deli. 'Course it's a good idea. Behold. :spitwater: That is your purpose, IbanezJem and Your_Lion. Well that's very kind of you sir, but I don't think I'm ready to be Chairman yet. :yes: Three men dead, the factory burnt down, the account lost and our firm completely bankrupt. This is supposed to be a happy occasion! Let's not bicker and argue about who killed who. Well, that'll save a bit of time. Well done. Now the object of this expedition is to see if we can find any traces of last year's expedition. That's it. Scott's in Africa. As many lions as we need. He's looking for a pole no one else knows about. There's no doubt about it, this expedition does have some rather unusual aspects, Jim lad. For a first, why does the senior personnel all bear the names of Hollywood film stars of the forties... and female ones at that, And I believe Kirk Vilb is playing the title role. :coy:

Because Drake was too clever for the German fleet. :atickhum: The German casualties were appalling. :laughing yellow guy: :LMAO: :laughing guy: :joker: :LOLsign: :rfl: But the treatment does work with some people. This chap came to us straight from the Chichester Festival; we operated just in time, and now he's almost normal. You are Sandy Camp, the actor? :blink: Acting on a hunch I spent several months in Buenos Aires as Blind Pew, returning through the Panama Canal as Ratty, in 'Toad of Toad Hall'. Those who were left alive at the end got their money back. :ebert: You see I mainly design slaughter houses. Yes, pity. Mind you, this is a real beaut. I mean, none of your blood caked on the walls and flesh flying out of the windows, inconveniencing the passers-by with this one. All right then, what about 8a Woodford Square? Look, how many streets do you know that have got lakes in them? Where are we going to get forty-four tons of plankton from every morning? Blackhawkrush was dead vexed about that. They thought he was mad in the deli. 'Course it's a good idea. Behold. :spitwater: That is your purpose, IbanezJem and Your_Lion. Well that's very kind of you sir, but I don't think I'm ready to be Chairman yet. :yes: Three men dead, the factory burnt down, the account lost and our firm completely bankrupt.

Because Drake was too clever for the German fleet. :atickhum: The German casualties were appalling. :laughing yellow guy: :LMAO: :laughing guy: :joker: :LOLsign: :rfl: But the treatment does work with some people. This chap came to us straight from the Chichester Festival; we operated just in time, and now he's almost normal. You are Sandy Camp, the actor? :blink: Acting on a hunch I spent several months in Buenos Aires as Blind Pew, returning through the Panama Canal as Ratty, in 'Toad of Toad Hall'. Those who were left alive at the end got their money back. :ebert: You see I mainly design slaughter houses. Yes, pity. Mind you, this is a real beaut. I mean, none of your blood caked on the walls and flesh flying out of the windows, inconveniencing the passers-by with this one. All right then, what about 8a Woodford Square? Look, how many streets do you know that have got lakes in them? Where are we going to get forty-four tons of plankton from every morning? Blackhawkrush was dead vexed about that. They thought he was mad in the deli. 'Course it's a good idea. Behold. :spitwater: That is your purpose, IbanezJem and Your_Lion.

Because Drake was too clever for the German fleet. :atickhum: The German casualties were appalling. :laughing yellow guy: :LMAO: :laughing guy: :joker: :LOLsign: :rfl: But the treatment does work with some people. This chap came to us straight from the Chichester Festival; we operated just in time, and now he's almost normal. You are Sandy Camp, the actor? :blink: Acting on a hunch I spent several months in Buenos Aires as Blind Pew, returning through the Panama Canal as Ratty, in 'Toad of Toad Hall'. Those who were left alive at the end got their money back. :ebert: