Well, it had to be done, didn't it? And since this is both the first and last post, I have won. Thank you all.
While you're inflicting this PUNishment, I will rearrange my tiara and spend some of my winnings.
Rearranging your tiara makes you a rati. Not surprising, as the runner up has no winnings!
Don't complain about your lot in life. You have much to be grateful for, and winning this game was never going to happen for you.
Oh yes it was - it has!
You're a has-been. I am the winner.
Sharp, cutting, to the point. And wrong.
You can't help it, though, Moff. And I've never held it against you. I have many loser friends.
Really? How loose are these friends?
You know. You're one of them.
Not me - I'm tight!
I wasn't going to mention your tippling, but since you brought it up...
Ooh, yes please! I'll have a pint of cider. Thanks for your generosity!
It's the least I can do for the runners-up.
Oh, I wouldn't want to deprive the runners up of their prizes! After all, I'm the winner.
Yeah - so you keep saying. Yet, here I am with the last post. Go figure.
Yes you are, but that has never worried me before.
Configured - a new code for the safe where the winners crown is preserved. And only I know it. Quarrel around for the case - only I can open it.
Oh, no! I love that crown! It goes so well with my eyes! Can you be bribed?
Only with a bag of dime bars. Done! The winner's crown is mine. And I've got the real one, not the paste imitation.