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.

Hark at her! Just what we need - a bloody great mop in dungarees telling us what to do. Get back to your jelly on a plate! And anyway, the only ones who ever opted for the square window had the bugs. I shall go for the Marble Arched window and hope for the sweet factory sequence.

Mad... You're all mad, I tell you. Totally flippin' Cockfosters, actually.

Siggy played Guitar
Analysin' Mrs Trellis
And her plum jam in jars
She played Ickenham
But her LV was sparse
...

[Bavid] Crap. Pudding Mill Lane would be closer to the mark, I reckon.

[SF] I wouldn't go flinging mud around when you're making moves as bad as that one.

None of you will be worth bothering about once I install the new Kaiba Corp HQ at Temple.

What a fine pair of bollocks our friend Kaiba is sporting there. Crossharbour & London Arena.

Call that a move? We will Gunnersbury you!

Oh, Yeah? You and what Arsenal?

Am I late? Oh my mind's all in a tizz! I just caught the train from Richmond, don't bold that, and darling... what do you mean you bolded it? Darling that's not right. Oh alright then.

[Dale] So catch the train straight back, you w*nker. With a bit of luck, you'll fall through the gap at Finchley Road and we'll all be spared your mincing antics.

Now now ladies. Bank.

What a shocking suggestion. But Poplar.

I feel agression in the air, but who's it going to be?

Bugger off, the lot of you. I'm trying to get some peace in my Swiss Cottage.

[!CPEoLR] You sir, are an imposter. Bugger off yourself. East India. Yes, that will do.

Next! Prince Regent.

I'm Spartacus! Bethnal Green

To my knowledge, Lower Ruritania does indeed have a Crown Prince Eustace, a Real Crown Prince Eustace, a genuine Crown Prince Eustace and a People's Crown Prince Eustace. I trust Euston is appropriate? To be perfectly honest with you I don't care if it isn't.

Fear me you snivelling humans ! I arrive belching fire and emitting noxious fumes. Look upon my moves and despair, oh puny creatures of Planet Earth. That which is righteous in my indignation, verily shall it come to pass. Therefore, cower - cower ye feeble things and behold Tooting Bec

Up yours, Zarquor. Belching fire and emitting noxious fumes? Not while I'm recording Play Away you don't. We have standards to keep, and besides, I don't want to upset the floor manager because he saw me doing things to Brian Cant on the platform at Shepherd's Bush and might mention them in the wrong circles, if y'know what I mean.

*thwack* Cyprus is where I'm headed to get away from you lot.

Well that gets rid of the goofy penguin. Borough. Pardon me, too many cucumber sandwiches.