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.

You are mistaken, madam. Your Id has taken over from your Ego, as far as I can see. Don't you understand, poor benighted ticket-of-leave person, that, in addition to being singularly unattractive to your sons, daughters, parents and, may I add, myself, you are erroneously displacing your anger into this gestalt of Mornington Crescent. But even in the rules of this notional Nirvana, simply declaring knip does not, in fact, enforce knip on your fellow players, who are just, may I say, as mixed up as you are, my dear, any more than calling me "dickhead" confers upon me the description thereof. Unfortunately, the rules for enforcing knip are not available to us right now, as the server that carries them, which is not York, and is currently not even Madeira, is also not available. In the meantime, would you like to discuss your fantasy of turning men's heads into phallic symbols, perhaps to return to your womb by some obvious route?

Dickhead. With knobs on.

Grrrrrrr..... Why don't you two just go chuck yourselves through the Round Window and save us all a lot of grief? With a bit of luck, it'll be the toilet-flushing sequence running through the other side. Whatever you do, don't look through the Sloane Square window. That's mine, all mine.