Oi, Mo! We don't like the telling of lies 'ere. Now 'op off out of it before I put Humpty and Little Bear onto you. And Jemima tells me you've been hanging around talking to toys at South Wimbledon. What's all that about?

[FB] Jemima should mind her own business or she's likely to find herself in Canada Water.

The Lord Of The Understairs has blown his cover. What a dildo. Now then - you bastards have trumped my Plonsky Rebound so I shall retaliate with a sly but carefully aimed Latimer Road leaving you all in Knip. Suckers!

I am hearing a great deal of aggression and suppressed desire to marry your respective mothers and fathers here. The underground system is the ideal sexual allegory, and I see you are all obsessed by the concept of long columnar red or silver cylinders thrusting through dark, warm tunnels interspersed with womb-like stations. Oh, Yes. I strongly advise you all take one of these Oval pills - I'm having one myself.

You can't do that dickhead, you're in Knip.