Mornington Crescent under the Bromley '05 variant; players must use anagrams of actual station names. The winning move is "Concerning Torments".
Rosie - Where Eric Morecambe got off. Can't stand your
Arse pong, Ern. Quendalon - [Rosie] Ugh! I really didn't need to know that.
To dissuade others from presenting a similarly obnoxious excess of information, I'll establish a position at
Reprisal Dingus.
Software - I'll take shelter up here on the
Pelmet.
Kim -
Ye ramble on a bit, don't ye?
Darren - [Kim] It's because I was a
Wobbly Embryo.
Tuj - I'm far more interested in
Crepe Renting.
Quendalon - [Tuj] Are you sure you wouldn't prefer
Bread Skiing?
Darren - [Tuj] Or pehaps you could rent a
Big Durex.
Tuj - [Quends, Darren] Thanks for the offers but I'm happy, and branching out into
Choral Leasing too.
ImNotJohn - Looking forward to some
Grand Weeks trying all of those out
Kim - Undoubtedly built by a
Heinous Mason.
Darren - In response to that move, I neither
Whinge nor Retch.
Quendalon - Concealing myself at
Cloaked Harbors.
Tuj - [Quends] Are you wearing your
Flycatcher Linen?
ImNotJohn - Used while you
Charm Swallow at Tent door.
Darren - [INJ] Oh, you
Hedonist Yob, you.
Inkspot - No need for that, I thought I looked quite fetching in this
Turban ok! Quendalon - [Inkspot] You look very fetching indeed. What do you think of my
Snack Apron?
Tuj - I'm wearing my favorite
Formal & Client Hat Darren - [Inkspot] Your turban is indeed OK, but when I get a phone call from someone in the city I always wear my
Warmest Town Call Hat.
Tuj - And if things go wrong there's always the
Attend Courtroom Hat.
Kim - Failing that, you could utilise your business skills in the monastery, wearing your
Nun Merger Hat.
Inkspot - I heard there was a problem with those due to the elasticated body strapping, when released may cause you to
Wrench the Groin. Just be careful.
Darren - But at least you'll have
Top-Rank Verrucas.
Quendalon - I'll be sure to pray for you at
Holy Calendar & Griffon.
Darren - Of all the superb players we've seen so far,
None Graced TV.
Kim - [Darren] Shame, but perhaps they could get a slot on
Radio Martle to boost their glittering careers.
nights - Seemingly a good moment for
NKAB! Tuj - Take cover!
*slats up* Darren - While you're busy watching
Don Jot's Show, I'm going to trap nights by placing a
Doomed Plug on
NKAB.
Quendalon - I'm tuned in to
Ocean Land Radio.
Botherer - I'm going to
let sir into
Furry Pink Bras. Suit you.
Kim -
Lo, Silver Treetop, getting the
Doomed Plug off NKAB, but placing Botherer in
Pink.
Quendalon - Which treetop did you mean, Kim? Was it, perchance, this
Cayenne Larch?
Darren - I remember, in
Yes Minister, all those episodes where Sir Humphrey made fun of
Hacker's Drab Loo.
Kim - [Quendalon] Actually, no, it was the
Spunky Bra Fir (native to South Carolina) that I had in mind.
Darren - It's time to stop these discussions
Concerning Torments.
Audience -
*shouts, screams generally goes wild for Darren*
This is the end of the line. There is no more.