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.
Alas, the satellite that could have traced us fell to earth a couple of days ago (it was fun target practice), so we are now untraceable. You, however, have a chip embedded in your head - I crept in one night and anaesthetised you while I did it - so if you get within a hundred miles of me, alarms start screaming, and I run like the wind! I did this to all the losers, because I know how jealousy works.
Oh, you guess it was that American one which tumbled without control to earth? That buggy thing was for research not for tracing...
And the chip don't seems to work - I have the Prize
Surprise! I prised the Prize away.
No surprise! He's here with me.
No, you've got Dez's stuffed impersonation (I mean of the Prize, not Dez). The real Prize is safely with me!
Nope - none of you has the real deal. No alarms, and he's right here with me, sipping on chilled pineapple and orqange juice and basking in the hot Antipodean sun.
For shame, feeding him orqange juice! It's poisonous! The poor chap probably thought it was orange juice. He's implored me to rescue him, and I'm happy to oblige.
You can't even see him, much less communicate. Orqange juice is a rare Australian delicacy. Rounding up the orqanges is the hardest bit. They bite, and refuse to get in the juicer. Why, it's easier to blend a frog. But he didn't want frog juice.
Dear me, I think the RSPCA will be wanting to talk to you! How terrible to treat poor little frogs in that way!
Now I must head off for lunch. We're having toad in the hole.
If the restaurant is such a hole, why bother? You can catch your own toads at home. I can loan you a blender.
Yuck, you could be so icky. Poor toads.
C'mon Rrizey, we go watching beautiful butterflies.
Oh, thank you, thank you. But technically, I'm a moth.
Yes I know. Sun is shining, I'm going to work in the little garden outside
Ah yes, a little horticulture is a wonderful thing. Meanwhile I'm heading indoors to talk to my distant cousin Tinea, who's busy chewing something woollen.
A sheep? They're chewing a sheep?! Well, to each his own. And I thought tinea was fungal, not mothal.
Gesine, you are a sane, pleasant, normal person. Why do you hang out here with all the odd folk?
Erm, it's because she likes you Dez.
Well, she would. I'm the only normal.
Hm, I like it here and Prizey does too.
@3548 Dez, it has to be said that Norma is a very fine name - the wife of one of our former prime ministers was called that, I seem to remember - but I'm afraid you really shouldn't go around misrepresenting yourself as Normal. It just won't do, you know.
@3546 If a get to normal, sane and what ever for this topic please tell me. And I think I would like you all. When I can effort to travel to your regions I'll ask you to drink a coffee or something with me. Yes!
That would be fabulous, Gesine. But if you do get to normal and sane, I'm afraid you will change your mind.
Moff - yes, it is a fine name, but I thought you could read and write. Alas, your education...well, it needs fixing, don't it?
The Grand Moff appears in Star Wars. Fame at last! So you see, there's nothing wrong with my edji...edju... schooling.