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.
But it IS your prize. For an otherwise intelligent man, you are very slow to grasp the facts.
Dear me, Dez, are you still having trouble with the difference between upper and lower case letters? The Prize is mine!
Dear me, Kevin, must you always capitalise the word, "prize"? Naturally you can't be talking about the real prize. I guess you can write any way you want when it's fiction.
fact, KAREN IS THE WINNER,
(i started at the begining of the posts so i could have a read at all the posts, yous are a funny, brilliant sense of humour bunch of guys and gals, this has givin me a good old laff, it remembers me of a sign 'you dont have to be mad to work here but it helps', lol)
im away to spend me PRIZE MUNNY!
Don't halloo till you're out of the wood as my grandma used to say.
Cause I'm the winner as you can see.
Howgh, I have spoken :-)
Halloooooo! I win!
Sorry Moff me old mate, It's all mine and I've locked it in a safe safe that's as safe as a safe safe can safely be in a safe safe's safe area. So I can safely say the munny's mine.
Don't try an' steal it cos the laser beams wot I've got making it a safe safe will slice tender bits off yer tender bits.
But they will clear their throats an' stand back when they see my pointy stick an' the look of determination on my angry face. WON'T they, Grandfarver Phil?
Well, while you two square up, I'll just point out gently that the money in Phil's safe safe is, erm... fake! The old switcheroo works every time. :-)
They're called kangaroos, you silly man. And they don't work very well at all. But they can be trained to stamp out moffs.
You have kangaroos to look after your money in Oz? We have special trained cats and force fields like on the Enterprise and Cpt. Kirk gave me the remote control when he goes to be a lawyer in Boston legal.
Sheesh! You do lead an exciting life. Now, if you'll just warp factor nine somewhere, I'll take the money. Ta!
OK. this technologicyfingamewotsit stuff don't work against the Dez pointy stick and soup so I've replaced it wiv me big bloke with an even bigger pointy stick wiv an anti soup suit on!
Sorry Moff, I saw the switcheroo and did me own, so you can throw all that monopoly munny away.
Take care Dez. The old saying is ' best place to be when your in trouble is on granddads lap' and you is in trouble girl. Fink on that!
Just be careful, Dez, that Phil hasn't got his plate of fish-n-chip supper on his lap before you sit down. Could be painful. (Is that tomato ketchup or...or...something worse?!)
Gesine, I believe you are telling great big fibs. At least, I hope you are.
Oh, sitting on Phil's lap is going to be painful for one of us, and I'll give you three guesses which one. He hasn't seen the size of me yet. And what could possibly be worse than tomato sauce on fish and chips?!
Karen, you are a lovely woman, and I really like you. Flattery will get you almost anything, but alas - not the flippin' prize. I have hided it.
Phil, you are dreamin' if you think a bigger or pointier stick exists in this dimension. And we all know cross-dimensional sticks don't hurt, so don't bother going there.
You have a sad mind our Moff. Nothing but the best for our Dez. A nice comfy cushion, bottle of wine and a red rose. While she's drinking the wine and sniffing the rose I've legged it wiv the munny ! Yipeee !
And I've put my foot out an' you've tripped over it an' I've taken the munny back, tipped out the wine (but I'll keep the rose, thanks), an' dealt wiv your big bloke (You call that a stick? THIS is a STICK!)
That's nice that is, try to treat 'er like a lady an wot fanks do I get, a sore 'ed that's wot. Good job I kept the munny in the safe safe. Even your Stck and soup can't get through that. And it's no good throwing that soup at me, I've got me asbestos undies on wot me mum bawt me. Expensive they woz, from Marks and Sparks.
And greatly needed, from all reports. While you are revealin' intimate personal details about your little problem, I have removed the safe safe - well, it wasn't all that safe at all, wozzit? - and hired a gang of thugs to blast the thing open. They are very mean thugs, and they are shouting, "Blast you!" and variations on the theme for all they're worth. I wouldn't get in their blasted way if I were you.
Jolly good - it worked. My good friends, dressed to fool Dez that they were safe-crackers, have liberated the money and returned it to me. Yay! Every cloud has a silver lining.
Alas, you, too are crackers, but definitely not safe. A clear danger to yourself and others. I have called the authorities, and given them a description of you and your little friend wandering about in his cement knickers (generally it's tinfoil hats, but I guess his receiver is located elsewhere). Don't think your silver lining is going to protect you. We have the power to track you, regardless. The munny is mine!
Dear me, the cloud has returned to my silver lining. Good job I'm resilient. And the money is mine.
Oh, you irrepressible little optimist. How can one not admire such faith that dwells on the borders of la-la land?
Gee, I never thought of you as inhabiting lala land, but if you say so...