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.
For some help our Dez fishes?
It's not a thing the Prize relishes.
Nothing he chutneys, either, but he can get back here and help. I'm old.
Don't worry - I'll ask him to send a courier to you with a walking stick. ;-)
He must come here himself. I own him. Stop being obstructive.
Slavedriver, the prize needs more then working all around the clock for you.
I quite agree. He prefers being with me, where everything is hickory dickory dory.
Gesine! You know how to hurt me, don't you? I am not a slavedriver. I am a slave owner. Vastly different.
And, Moff - what does fish have to do with anything?
Slave owner, sorry!
And I'm the Price owner :-)
I am going to forgive you that error, because you clearly have no understanding of the word, "winner", do you? Just look closely at my avatar. That is what a winner looks like. Then lopok closely at yours and the Moff's. Do they look like me? NO! It's settled, then.
Your Avatar has such a winning lovely smile but I win
Oh, now you ply me with flattery! But I see through it. Unhand my prize. It's his dinnertime and I have his favourite.
The Prize still trembles violently every time mention is made of "dinnertime". He recalls the "S" word (sssshhh - SOUP!). That's why he's staying put here with me where he can have steak pie instead.
Snake pie? How horrid!
No, steak pie, silly! I only eat things that have legs.
Me and the prize agree
That the prize belongs to me? Jolly good. That's a majority then.
We only agree to the meat.
But in real christian households today is fishday.
I know my plaice.
The prize wants to come with me. He wants good red meat.
Don't be daft - he could never manage to eat all of you.
Now you've scared him. He hates you for even suggesting that. He hugs his mummy and drags me out of your presence.
That's okay - I'm hugging his money.
He knew you didn't really want him.
Bt he KNOWS I want him.