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.
Vengeance upon the slimy mortal by the name of Sister Wendy shall be merciless ! The Great Zarqhor had MC in three, how dare this art-loving provincial nun dare attain the mighty Home Station before the all-powerful, all-conquering Zarqhor. Be warned, ye minnow in a wimple, annihilation is not a pleasant fate ! And I, Zarqhor, Master of the Realms of Dark Matter, Overlord of the Pillars of Andromeda, Nabob of Pluto, shall not take this lying down. For the hyperpotent Zarqhor is really cheesed off. Consider thy habit slighted and thy rosaries cast asunder. Thou hast been naughty in his opinion and shall suffer the loss of podumes up to and including all bronze podumes.