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.
Oh gosh, I had no idea that the owners of the OTHER SITE were so paranoid!
Quick - where I can buy a tinfoil beanie?
I can sell you one for - oh - a millyun dollers.
I'll take two. Will Monopoly money be okay?
Otherwise I could pay in marbles, as I hear you've lost yours.
You found them? Oh, good! No, it will be the prize munny or you can darn well be infiltrated by THEM. No mercy.
Aaarrggh!! What a choice! And I've just watched Prometheus too!
Fortunately the Prize has just forked out the money to buy me a new alien atomiser-decimator so I'm well prepared. But you're welcome to have your marbles back. Roll on.
No, I do much better without them. You keep them. I know there's a vacant place in your cranium where they would fit for storage. Of course, you wouldn't dare try to use them. They are hyper powered, and would burn out your grey matter in only seconds.
Hyper-powered? Oh figh! The energy was hardly enough to light up my fifth level cerebral machinations, let alone 19th level. This stuff about high-powered marbles is a lot of, erm... nonsense.
And yet you are now using multisyllabic words that you never knew existed prior to the acquisition of my marbles. The energy is subtle and insidious. Get them out before they go to full power!
Erm... what are you relying on for polysyllabilic rhetoric then? Hm?
Oh, that's my battery back-up.
Really? That's shocking!
Normal folk don't usually stick their tongues on the wires, but whatever floats your boat.
If you say so, Dez. I wouldn't know. But next time you do it, can I take a photo?
Why didn't you take a photo of yourself when you did it? I'm not going to copy your rash behaviour.
I didn't do it. And I don't have a rash. Can't speak for you. ;-)
Correct. You can't. Glad to hear that rash cleared up. I'll bet you won't forget to shower any more!
Here, how do you know whether I forget to shower? Or not? Have you been buying one of those telephoto thingies for your camera? And do the police know about your activities, hmm?
Yes and no. I love your tiles, by the way.
So that explains the damp towels and where the plastic duck came from! Shame on you!
Well, if you weren't going to use all that water...
Can I have my duck back, please? The prize likes him, and since you'll be returning the prize because you're a decent, if unwashed, man, then I'll be needing him.
The Prize is inseparable from me and from the duck. He likes us both far too much to ever want to leave. So I'm afraid you will have to leave the duck here. Why not get another bird instead? A grouse would seem to be appropriate.
So you're NOT a decent man! I suspected that. The prize is simply congealed to your glutinous skin. Follow that duck into the shower, and you'll be able to hand back the prize immediately! See? I have a solution to everything. I'll even put my telephoto thingy away this time. (I have plenty of footage already.)
I've heard of this solution for everything. It's called aqua regia I believe. No wonder certain Ozzies fume. I'll keep to straightforward suds in the bath, thanks. And goodness knows what you want with all that footage of shower room tiles. Ah well, there's no accounting for some people's tastes...
An innocent abroad, indeed. Hand over that prize or I will upload the tapes to Youtube, and your friends can see you NOT showering.