[Dujon] You're 'aving an Upton Park you've really lost the farkin' plot mate, senior moment I expect, you sure it ain't Canada Goose?

Now, settle down, plump, just because the false teeth I borrowed from you don't work all that well is no excuse to clatter me! So, with a small side-step to Fulham Broadway, I call your bluff. Upton Park, really!

Some of us only need false teeth to play castanets. Latimer Road, meaning rab can't use anything longer than a six letter word next go. Think you're so smart, eh?

As I expected, skip a day and the pre-sentient life-forms continue their aimless milling around, as oblivious to the real nature of what is happening as slime-moulds in the swarming phase. Dujon displays as much coherent structure as a spider on caffeine, while plump is surely rab's sought-for baboon, long may they enjoy nibbling each other's testicles. St. Paul's, a precise counterpoise to the situation at Waterloo.

Wrens duff church aspires to pitiful as a move and invokes Morden not so much counterpoise as counter punch. It's the end of the line for you in more ways than one.