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.
A-a-a-a-h, what a shame. So blissfully unaware that I'm still here. And I'm still winning!
Oh, you don't count. You're not even a contender. You're little and fluffy and swattable.
If I'm not a contender then why are you replying? Oh wait, it's because I'm more than a contender - I'm the winner!
Oh, tiny sweet little moffy, I am replying because I have impeccable manners. I would never ignore one who is less fortunate than I. You can't help being a loser. It is the card that fate dealt you. Now stop that snivelling, and off you go! And comb those wings.
Prize has come to me, fed up with the other minions arguing.
But there is no argument. I win. No controversy about that, is there? And why are you calling us a type size?! (That should have been an interrobang, but the site doesn't allow it.) Run out of swear words?
I think that must make you a Comic Sans. Personally, I'm Upper Case, but I do sympathize with your dropped capital. The Prize is mine!
I'm actually a Sans Sheriff and you're about to be put behind bars. You might get off for being a dingbat. But remember not to annoy me, or you'll receive a cross stoke, and that could be terminal.
That cross stoke sounds a bit dodgy to me. I'll just take the prize now, all mine.
No, you see that's exactly what makes me cross. You wouldn't want that, now, would you? I mean, I'm bad enough in a GOOD mood.
I can vouch for that! :-)
Nevertheless, the Prize is mine.
It is a law of human nature that uttering something - even an untruth - fixes the idea and belief more firmly in your mind. Moff keeps singing the same song, and he can't get the words out of his head. I fear the delusion has taken hold, and he is beyond help. Everyone knows I win.
Lol! I'm amused by the concept, Pot.
Signed, Kettle.
Ah, but yours is just propaganda, whereas mine is factual.
Lol!!!! Hoo,hoo,hoo!!! Oh, please don't say things like that, Dez. It makes my sides ache with laughing.
I know it does, poor little thing. Your addled brain finds amusement in matters of deep seriousness. Never mind. You go and have a nice lie down, while I enjoy my millyuns.
Those are the little coloured sugar balls you put on cupcakes, aren't they? Well, you just enjoy them. If you're good, we might give you some marmite soldiers later too.
Meanwhile the Prize and I are off on another round the world tour. Ah, the bliss of being the winner!
You understand my bliss? Good. The coloured balls are actually hundreds and thousands - not nearly as much as my millyun dollers. But I'll gladly buy you a cupcake for being a brave little soldier.
Moffs calling Dez a Cupcake, Dez calling Moffs a little soldier. Aaah, so sweet, C;mon prize, we'll leave them to romance and play with moffs coloured suger balls while we have lunch.
Vulgarity - the sure mark of a loser. You can have the brave little soldier, and his hundreds and thousands, but the prize and the prize munny are mine. Tra la!
Tra la la la la! Outdone - the Prize is mine!
Back again and - hey presto, fetching the Prize - bye,bye
It's a good thing they fell for the fake stuffed prize I left in the bedroom.
While they fight over it, I am away free, hiding out in the isles of the Antipodes, where no-one will find us.
But you know that there are satellites all around the earth, we have GPS and I am able to use it