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.
And flames shall engulf the surface of the Earth and there shall be hissing and spitting as of the sulphurous vapours from the pit. And lo, a behemoth shall rise from the molten crust, yea from the very mantle of the Earth. And its name shall be Poplar and all will fall beneath its mighty gaze. And the trembling masses shall quake and quail before the Beast of the Unfathomed Deep. And home will be declared at Brent Cross. And a sky-blue pink podume shall be rendered up unto the mighty Zarqhor by way of sacrifice and to attempt amelioration of his mighty wrath.
That's it. I refuse to continue to treat you lot as serious psychiatric cases, worthy of my attention. It is evident you are all as crazy as electrical coots, and should have been consigned to Monument (nearest stop for Bedlam) years ago. I shall now retire from this discussion, and devote my life to choosing which contestants on I'm a Total Idiot and Laughing Stock who hasn't had enough Media Exposure Lately, for God's Sake, don't Get me Out of Here until I've Made a Total Prat of myself for at least a Week to enter in my Celebdaq portfolio.