And Now for Something Completely Different...Monty Python Thread v.2

[Citizen of the World]

All right, but apart from the sanitation, the medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, the fresh-water system, and public health, what have the Romans ever done for us?

For readers at home, the answer is coming up on your screens. Those of you who wish to play it the hard way, stand upside down with your head in a bucket of piranha fish.

Better get a bucket

If only a few of the so-called working class would destroy themselves so sportingly.

One day you'll realize there's more to life than culture... There's dirt, and smoke, and good honest sweat!

Dennis, there's some lovely filth down here. :yay:

What they want is filth: people doing things to each other with chainsaws during tupperware parties, babysitters being stabbed with knitting needles by gay presidential candidates, vigilante groups strangling chickens, armed bands of theatre critics exterminating mutant goats

Clearly, the TRF public's view is a hostile one. :outtahere:

It's no good bottling these things up, Brian. If you feel them you must say them or you'll just go mad...

You can start in small ways with ping-pong ball eyes and a funny voice and then you can paint half of your body red and the other half green and then you can jump up and down in a bowl of treacle going 'squawk, squawk, squawk...'

This kind of incoherent behaviour is really beginning to catch on down-under.

Gentlemen, at six o'clock I want every man-Bruce of you in the Sydney Harbour Bridge room to take a glass of sherry with the flying philosopher, Bruce, and I call upon you, padre, to close the meeting with a prayer.

O Lord, ooh, You are so big, so absolutely huge. Gosh, we're all really impressed down here, I can tell You. Forgive us, O Lord, for this, our dreadful toadying, and barefaced flattery. But You are so strong and, well, just so super. Amen

[blackhawkrush]

All right, but apart from the sanitation, the medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, the fresh-water system, and public health, what have the Romans ever done for us?

For readers at home, the answer is coming up on your screens. Those of you who wish to play it the hard way, stand upside down with your head in a bucket of piranha fish.

Better get a bucket

If only a few of the so-called working class would destroy themselves so sportingly.

One day you'll realize there's more to life than culture... There's dirt, and smoke, and good honest sweat!

Dennis, there's some lovely filth down here. :yay:

What they want is filth: people doing things to each other with chainsaws during tupperware parties, babysitters being stabbed with knitting needles by gay presidential candidates, vigilante groups strangling chickens, armed bands of theatre critics exterminating mutant goats

Clearly, the TRF public's view is a hostile one. :outtahere:

It's no good bottling these things up, Brian. If you feel them you must say them or you'll just go mad...

You can start in small ways with ping-pong ball eyes and a funny voice and then you can paint half of your body red and the other half green and then you can jump up and down in a bowl of treacle going 'squawk, squawk, squawk...'

This kind of incoherent behaviour is really beginning to catch on down-under.

Gentlemen, at six o'clock I want every man-Bruce of you in the Sydney Harbour Bridge room to take a glass of sherry with the flying philosopher, Bruce, and I call upon you, padre, to close the meeting with a prayer.

O Lord, ooh, You are so big, so absolutely huge. Gosh, we're all really impressed down here, I can tell You. Forgive us, O Lord, for this, our dreadful toadying, and barefaced flattery. But You are so strong and, well, just so super. Amen

Oh, don't grovel! If there's one thing I can't stand, it's people groveling.

[Citizen of the World]

All right, but apart from the sanitation, the medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, the fresh-water system, and public health, what have the Romans ever done for us?

For readers at home, the answer is coming up on your screens. Those of you who wish to play it the hard way, stand upside down with your head in a bucket of piranha fish.

Better get a bucket

If only a few of the so-called working class would destroy themselves so sportingly.

One day you'll realize there's more to life than culture... There's dirt, and smoke, and good honest sweat!

Dennis, there's some lovely filth down here. :yay:

What they want is filth: people doing things to each other with chainsaws during tupperware parties, babysitters being stabbed with knitting needles by gay presidential candidates, vigilante groups strangling chickens, armed bands of theatre critics exterminating mutant goats

Clearly, the TRF public's view is a hostile one. :outtahere:

It's no good bottling these things up, Brian. If you feel them you must say them or you'll just go mad...

You can start in small ways with ping-pong ball eyes and a funny voice and then you can paint half of your body red and the other half green and then you can jump up and down in a bowl of treacle going 'squawk, squawk, squawk...'

This kind of incoherent behaviour is really beginning to catch on down-under.

Gentlemen, at six o'clock I want every man-Bruce of you in the Sydney Harbour Bridge room to take a glass of sherry with the flying philosopher, Bruce, and I call upon you, padre, to close the meeting with a prayer.

O Lord, ooh, You are so big, so absolutely huge. Gosh, we're all really impressed down here, I can tell You. Forgive us, O Lord, for this, our dreadful toadying, and barefaced flattery. But You are so strong and, well, just so super. Amen

Oh, don't grovel! If there's one thing I can't stand, it's people groveling.

Oh, you're no fun anymore.

[Your_Lion]

All right, but apart from the sanitation, the medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, the fresh-water system, and public health, what have the Romans ever done for us?

For readers at home, the answer is coming up on your screens. Those of you who wish to play it the hard way, stand upside down with your head in a bucket of piranha fish.

Better get a bucket

If only a few of the so-called working class would destroy themselves so sportingly.

One day you'll realize there's more to life than culture... There's dirt, and smoke, and good honest sweat!

Dennis, there's some lovely filth down here. :yay:

What they want is filth: people doing things to each other with chainsaws during tupperware parties, babysitters being stabbed with knitting needles by gay presidential candidates, vigilante groups strangling chickens, armed bands of theatre critics exterminating mutant goats

Clearly, the TRF public's view is a hostile one. :outtahere:

It's no good bottling these things up, Brian. If you feel them you must say them or you'll just go mad...

You can start in small ways with ping-pong ball eyes and a funny voice and then you can paint half of your body red and the other half green and then you can jump up and down in a bowl of treacle going 'squawk, squawk, squawk...'

This kind of incoherent behaviour is really beginning to catch on down-under.

Gentlemen, at six o'clock I want every man-Bruce of you in the Sydney Harbour Bridge room to take a glass of sherry with the flying philosopher, Bruce, and I call upon you, padre, to close the meeting with a prayer.

O Lord, ooh, You are so big, so absolutely huge. Gosh, we're all really impressed down here, I can tell You. Forgive us, O Lord, for this, our dreadful toadying, and barefaced flattery. But You are so strong and, well, just so super. Amen

Oh, don't grovel! If there's one thing I can't stand, it's people groveling.

Oh, you're no fun anymore.

I knew I'd disturb you ... I knew I'd disturb you ... It always happens ... whenever I've found someone I really think I'm going to be able to get on with... :(

[Citizen of the World]

All right, but apart from the sanitation, the medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, the fresh-water system, and public health, what have the Romans ever done for us?

For readers at home, the answer is coming up on your screens. Those of you who wish to play it the hard way, stand upside down with your head in a bucket of piranha fish.

Better get a bucket

If only a few of the so-called working class would destroy themselves so sportingly.

One day you'll realize there's more to life than culture... There's dirt, and smoke, and good honest sweat!

Dennis, there's some lovely filth down here. :yay:

What they want is filth: people doing things to each other with chainsaws during tupperware parties, babysitters being stabbed with knitting needles by gay presidential candidates, vigilante groups strangling chickens, armed bands of theatre critics exterminating mutant goats

Clearly, the TRF public's view is a hostile one. :outtahere:

It's no good bottling these things up, Brian. If you feel them you must say them or you'll just go mad...

You can start in small ways with ping-pong ball eyes and a funny voice and then you can paint half of your body red and the other half green and then you can jump up and down in a bowl of treacle going 'squawk, squawk, squawk...'

This kind of incoherent behaviour is really beginning to catch on down-under.

Gentlemen, at six o'clock I want every man-Bruce of you in the Sydney Harbour Bridge room to take a glass of sherry with the flying philosopher, Bruce, and I call upon you, padre, to close the meeting with a prayer.

O Lord, ooh, You are so big, so absolutely huge. Gosh, we're all really impressed down here, I can tell You. Forgive us, O Lord, for this, our dreadful toadying, and barefaced flattery. But You are so strong and, well, just so super. Amen

Oh, don't grovel! If there's one thing I can't stand, it's people groveling.

Oh, you're no fun anymore.

I knew I'd disturb you ... I knew I'd disturb you ... It always happens ... whenever I've found someone I really think I'm going to be able to get on with... :(

We interrupt this thread to annoy you and make things generally irritating for you.

[blackhawkrush]

All right, but apart from the sanitation, the medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, the fresh-water system, and public health, what have the Romans ever done for us?

For readers at home, the answer is coming up on your screens. Those of you who wish to play it the hard way, stand upside down with your head in a bucket of piranha fish.

Better get a bucket

If only a few of the so-called working class would destroy themselves so sportingly.

One day you'll realize there's more to life than culture... There's dirt, and smoke, and good honest sweat!

Dennis, there's some lovely filth down here. :yay:

What they want is filth: people doing things to each other with chainsaws during tupperware parties, babysitters being stabbed with knitting needles by gay presidential candidates, vigilante groups strangling chickens, armed bands of theatre critics exterminating mutant goats

Clearly, the TRF public's view is a hostile one. :outtahere:

It's no good bottling these things up, Brian. If you feel them you must say them or you'll just go mad...

You can start in small ways with ping-pong ball eyes and a funny voice and then you can paint half of your body red and the other half green and then you can jump up and down in a bowl of treacle going 'squawk, squawk, squawk...'

This kind of incoherent behaviour is really beginning to catch on down-under.

Gentlemen, at six o'clock I want every man-Bruce of you in the Sydney Harbour Bridge room to take a glass of sherry with the flying philosopher, Bruce, and I call upon you, padre, to close the meeting with a prayer.

O Lord, ooh, You are so big, so absolutely huge. Gosh, we're all really impressed down here, I can tell You. Forgive us, O Lord, for this, our dreadful toadying, and barefaced flattery. But You are so strong and, well, just so super. Amen

Oh, don't grovel! If there's one thing I can't stand, it's people groveling.

Oh, you're no fun anymore.

I knew I'd disturb you ... I knew I'd disturb you ... It always happens ... whenever I've found someone I really think I'm going to be able to get on with... :(

We interrupt this thread to annoy you and make things generally irritating for you.

Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life? :fury: Keep it up.

[Your_Lion]

All right, but apart from the sanitation, the medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, the fresh-water system, and public health, what have the Romans ever done for us?

For readers at home, the answer is coming up on your screens. Those of you who wish to play it the hard way, stand upside down with your head in a bucket of piranha fish.

Better get a bucket

If only a few of the so-called working class would destroy themselves so sportingly.

One day you'll realize there's more to life than culture... There's dirt, and smoke, and good honest sweat!

Dennis, there's some lovely filth down here. :yay:

What they want is filth: people doing things to each other with chainsaws during tupperware parties, babysitters being stabbed with knitting needles by gay presidential candidates, vigilante groups strangling chickens, armed bands of theatre critics exterminating mutant goats

Clearly, the TRF public's view is a hostile one. :outtahere:

It's no good bottling these things up, Brian. If you feel them you must say them or you'll just go mad...

You can start in small ways with ping-pong ball eyes and a funny voice and then you can paint half of your body red and the other half green and then you can jump up and down in a bowl of treacle going 'squawk, squawk, squawk...'

This kind of incoherent behaviour is really beginning to catch on down-under.

Gentlemen, at six o'clock I want every man-Bruce of you in the Sydney Harbour Bridge room to take a glass of sherry with the flying philosopher, Bruce, and I call upon you, padre, to close the meeting with a prayer.

O Lord, ooh, You are so big, so absolutely huge. Gosh, we're all really impressed down here, I can tell You. Forgive us, O Lord, for this, our dreadful toadying, and barefaced flattery. But You are so strong and, well, just so super. Amen

Oh, don't grovel! If there's one thing I can't stand, it's people groveling.

Oh, you're no fun anymore.

I knew I'd disturb you ... I knew I'd disturb you ... It always happens ... whenever I've found someone I really think I'm going to be able to get on with... :(

We interrupt this thread to annoy you and make things generally irritating for you.

Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life? :fury: Keep it up.

There's a dead bishop on the landing. :eyeroll:

[Citizen of the World]

All right, but apart from the sanitation, the medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, the fresh-water system, and public health, what have the Romans ever done for us?

For readers at home, the answer is coming up on your screens. Those of you who wish to play it the hard way, stand upside down with your head in a bucket of piranha fish.

Better get a bucket

If only a few of the so-called working class would destroy themselves so sportingly.

One day you'll realize there's more to life than culture... There's dirt, and smoke, and good honest sweat!

Dennis, there's some lovely filth down here. :yay:

What they want is filth: people doing things to each other with chainsaws during tupperware parties, babysitters being stabbed with knitting needles by gay presidential candidates, vigilante groups strangling chickens, armed bands of theatre critics exterminating mutant goats

Clearly, the TRF public's view is a hostile one. :outtahere:

It's no good bottling these things up, Brian. If you feel them you must say them or you'll just go mad...

You can start in small ways with ping-pong ball eyes and a funny voice and then you can paint half of your body red and the other half green and then you can jump up and down in a bowl of treacle going 'squawk, squawk, squawk...'

This kind of incoherent behaviour is really beginning to catch on down-under.

Gentlemen, at six o'clock I want every man-Bruce of you in the Sydney Harbour Bridge room to take a glass of sherry with the flying philosopher, Bruce, and I call upon you, padre, to close the meeting with a prayer.

O Lord, ooh, You are so big, so absolutely huge. Gosh, we're all really impressed down here, I can tell You. Forgive us, O Lord, for this, our dreadful toadying, and barefaced flattery. But You are so strong and, well, just so super. Amen

Oh, don't grovel! If there's one thing I can't stand, it's people groveling.

Oh, you're no fun anymore.

I knew I'd disturb you ... I knew I'd disturb you ... It always happens ... whenever I've found someone I really think I'm going to be able to get on with... :(

We interrupt this thread to annoy you and make things generally irritating for you.

Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life? :fury: Keep it up.

There's a dead bishop on the landing. :eyeroll:

We was too late. The Reverend Grundy bit the ceiling.

[Your_Lion]

All right, but apart from the sanitation, the medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, the fresh-water system, and public health, what have the Romans ever done for us?

For readers at home, the answer is coming up on your screens. Those of you who wish to play it the hard way, stand upside down with your head in a bucket of piranha fish.

Better get a bucket

If only a few of the so-called working class would destroy themselves so sportingly.

One day you'll realize there's more to life than culture... There's dirt, and smoke, and good honest sweat!

Dennis, there's some lovely filth down here. :yay:

What they want is filth: people doing things to each other with chainsaws during tupperware parties, babysitters being stabbed with knitting needles by gay presidential candidates, vigilante groups strangling chickens, armed bands of theatre critics exterminating mutant goats

Clearly, the TRF public's view is a hostile one. :outtahere:

It's no good bottling these things up, Brian. If you feel them you must say them or you'll just go mad...

You can start in small ways with ping-pong ball eyes and a funny voice and then you can paint half of your body red and the other half green and then you can jump up and down in a bowl of treacle going 'squawk, squawk, squawk...'

This kind of incoherent behaviour is really beginning to catch on down-under.

Gentlemen, at six o'clock I want every man-Bruce of you in the Sydney Harbour Bridge room to take a glass of sherry with the flying philosopher, Bruce, and I call upon you, padre, to close the meeting with a prayer.

O Lord, ooh, You are so big, so absolutely huge. Gosh, we're all really impressed down here, I can tell You. Forgive us, O Lord, for this, our dreadful toadying, and barefaced flattery. But You are so strong and, well, just so super. Amen

Oh, don't grovel! If there's one thing I can't stand, it's people groveling.

Oh, you're no fun anymore.

I knew I'd disturb you ... I knew I'd disturb you ... It always happens ... whenever I've found someone I really think I'm going to be able to get on with... :(

We interrupt this thread to annoy you and make things generally irritating for you.

Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life? :fury: Keep it up.

There's a dead bishop on the landing. :eyeroll:

We was too late. The Reverend Grundy bit the ceiling.

...who, when he seemed about to recover, suddenly felt the icy hand of death upon him.

[Citizen of the World]

It's a 'Mr. Death' or something. He's come about the reaping?

[blackhawkrush]

It's a 'Mr. Death' or something. He's come about the reaping?

Tell him I've already got one.

[Your_Lion]

It's a 'Mr. Death' or something. He's come about the reaping?

Tell him I've already got one.

... still, it's worth it for the dung, isn't it?

[blackhawkrush]

It's a 'Mr. Death' or something. He's come about the reaping?

Tell him I've already got one.

... still, it's worth it for the dung, isn't it?

Oh, shut up! We're sick to death with the stench of them.

[Your_Lion]

It's a 'Mr. Death' or something. He's come about the reaping?

Tell him I've already got one.

... still, it's worth it for the dung, isn't it?

Oh, shut up! We're sick to death with the stench of them.

I use a body rub called Halitosis to make my breath seem sweet.

[Citizen of the World]

It's a 'Mr. Death' or something. He's come about the reaping?

Tell him I've already got one.

... still, it's worth it for the dung, isn't it?

Oh, shut up! We're sick to death with the stench of them.

I use a body rub called Halitosis to make my breath seem sweet.

dear sweet Victor

[blackhawkrush]

It's a 'Mr. Death' or something. He's come about the reaping?

Tell him I've already got one.

... still, it's worth it for the dung, isn't it?

Oh, shut up! We're sick to death with the stench of them.

I use a body rub called Halitosis to make my breath seem sweet.

dear sweet Victor

You're a totally different kind of specimen to Professor Kastner. Straight in your seat, erect, firm.

[Your_Lion]

It's a 'Mr. Death' or something. He's come about the reaping?

Tell him I've already got one.

... still, it's worth it for the dung, isn't it?

Oh, shut up! We're sick to death with the stench of them.

I use a body rub called Halitosis to make my breath seem sweet.

dear sweet Victor

You're a totally different kind of specimen to Professor Kastner. Straight in your seat, erect, firm.

Blackhawkrush has become ensnared by Mr Shabby's extraordinary personal magnetism.

[Citizen of the World]

It's a 'Mr. Death' or something. He's come about the reaping?

Tell him I've already got one.

... still, it's worth it for the dung, isn't it?

Oh, shut up! We're sick to death with the stench of them.

I use a body rub called Halitosis to make my breath seem sweet.

dear sweet Victor

You're a totally different kind of specimen to Professor Kastner. Straight in your seat, erect, firm.

Blackhawkrush has become ensnared by Mr Shabby's extraordinary personal magnetism.

Well it's sort of 'Ello squire, haven't seen you for a bit, haven't seen you for a bit either, Beryl. Two pints of wallop please, love. Still driving the Jensen then? Cheer up Jack it may never happen, what's your poison then?'

[blackhawkrush]

It's a 'Mr. Death' or something. He's come about the reaping?

Tell him I've already got one.

... still, it's worth it for the dung, isn't it?

Oh, shut up! We're sick to death with the stench of them.

I use a body rub called Halitosis to make my breath seem sweet.

dear sweet Victor

You're a totally different kind of specimen to Professor Kastner. Straight in your seat, erect, firm.

Blackhawkrush has become ensnared by Mr Shabby's extraordinary personal magnetism.

Well it's sort of 'Ello squire, haven't seen you for a bit, haven't seen you for a bit either, Beryl. Two pints of wallop please, love. Still driving the Jensen then? Cheer up Jack it may never happen, what's your poison then?'

THAT'S WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! NO! NO! BAD! BAD!

[Citizen of the World]

It's a 'Mr. Death' or something. He's come about the reaping?

Tell him I've already got one.

... still, it's worth it for the dung, isn't it?

Oh, shut up! We're sick to death with the stench of them.

I use a body rub called Halitosis to make my breath seem sweet.

dear sweet Victor

You're a totally different kind of specimen to Professor Kastner. Straight in your seat, erect, firm.

Blackhawkrush has become ensnared by Mr Shabby's extraordinary personal magnetism.

Well it's sort of 'Ello squire, haven't seen you for a bit, haven't seen you for a bit either, Beryl. Two pints of wallop please, love. Still driving the Jensen then? Cheer up Jack it may never happen, what's your poison then?'

THAT'S WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! NO! NO! BAD! BAD!

Rotten. Rotten. You're no bloody use at all. You're an utter bloody wash-out. You make me sick, you weed!

[Your_Lion]

It's a 'Mr. Death' or something. He's come about the reaping?

Tell him I've already got one.

... still, it's worth it for the dung, isn't it?

Oh, shut up! We're sick to death with the stench of them.

I use a body rub called Halitosis to make my breath seem sweet.

dear sweet Victor

You're a totally different kind of specimen to Professor Kastner. Straight in your seat, erect, firm.

Blackhawkrush has become ensnared by Mr Shabby's extraordinary personal magnetism.

Well it's sort of 'Ello squire, haven't seen you for a bit, haven't seen you for a bit either, Beryl. Two pints of wallop please, love. Still driving the Jensen then? Cheer up Jack it may never happen, what's your poison then?'

THAT'S WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! NO! NO! BAD! BAD!

Rotten. Rotten. You're no bloody use at all. You're an utter bloody wash-out. You make me sick, you weed!

You try that with a pineapple down your windpipe.

[Citizen of the World]

It's a 'Mr. Death' or something. He's come about the reaping?

Tell him I've already got one.

... still, it's worth it for the dung, isn't it?

Oh, shut up! We're sick to death with the stench of them.

I use a body rub called Halitosis to make my breath seem sweet.

dear sweet Victor

You're a totally different kind of specimen to Professor Kastner. Straight in your seat, erect, firm.

Blackhawkrush has become ensnared by Mr Shabby's extraordinary personal magnetism.

Well it's sort of 'Ello squire, haven't seen you for a bit, haven't seen you for a bit either, Beryl. Two pints of wallop please, love. Still driving the Jensen then? Cheer up Jack it may never happen, what's your poison then?'

THAT'S WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! NO! NO! BAD! BAD!

Rotten. Rotten. You're no bloody use at all. You're an utter bloody wash-out. You make me sick, you weed!

You try that with a pineapple down your windpipe.

Yeah, anything with pineapple in it is great for us

[Your_Lion]

It's a 'Mr. Death' or something. He's come about the reaping?

Tell him I've already got one.

... still, it's worth it for the dung, isn't it?

Oh, shut up! We're sick to death with the stench of them.

I use a body rub called Halitosis to make my breath seem sweet.

dear sweet Victor

You're a totally different kind of specimen to Professor Kastner. Straight in your seat, erect, firm.

Blackhawkrush has become ensnared by Mr Shabby's extraordinary personal magnetism.

Well it's sort of 'Ello squire, haven't seen you for a bit, haven't seen you for a bit either, Beryl. Two pints of wallop please, love. Still driving the Jensen then? Cheer up Jack it may never happen, what's your poison then?'

THAT'S WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! NO! NO! BAD! BAD!

Rotten. Rotten. You're no bloody use at all. You're an utter bloody wash-out. You make me sick, you weed!

You try that with a pineapple down your windpipe.

Yeah, anything with pineapple in it is great for us

There may be ... a little delay.

[Citizen of the World]

It's a 'Mr. Death' or something. He's come about the reaping?

Tell him I've already got one.

... still, it's worth it for the dung, isn't it?

Oh, shut up! We're sick to death with the stench of them.

I use a body rub called Halitosis to make my breath seem sweet.

dear sweet Victor

You're a totally different kind of specimen to Professor Kastner. Straight in your seat, erect, firm.

Blackhawkrush has become ensnared by Mr Shabby's extraordinary personal magnetism.

Well it's sort of 'Ello squire, haven't seen you for a bit, haven't seen you for a bit either, Beryl. Two pints of wallop please, love. Still driving the Jensen then? Cheer up Jack it may never happen, what's your poison then?'

THAT'S WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! NO! NO! BAD! BAD!

Rotten. Rotten. You're no bloody use at all. You're an utter bloody wash-out. You make me sick, you weed!

You try that with a pineapple down your windpipe.

Yeah, anything with pineapple in it is great for us

There may be ... a little delay.

No... No time to lose.

[Your_Lion]

It's a 'Mr. Death' or something. He's come about the reaping?

Tell him I've already got one.

... still, it's worth it for the dung, isn't it?

Oh, shut up! We're sick to death with the stench of them.

I use a body rub called Halitosis to make my breath seem sweet.

dear sweet Victor

You're a totally different kind of specimen to Professor Kastner. Straight in your seat, erect, firm.

Blackhawkrush has become ensnared by Mr Shabby's extraordinary personal magnetism.

Well it's sort of 'Ello squire, haven't seen you for a bit, haven't seen you for a bit either, Beryl. Two pints of wallop please, love. Still driving the Jensen then? Cheer up Jack it may never happen, what's your poison then?'

THAT'S WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! NO! NO! BAD! BAD!

Rotten. Rotten. You're no bloody use at all. You're an utter bloody wash-out. You make me sick, you weed!

You try that with a pineapple down your windpipe.

Yeah, anything with pineapple in it is great for us

There may be ... a little delay.

No... No time to lose.

Not working fast enough? Well, there's an answer for that.http://www.freesmileys.org/smileys/smiley-violent001.gif