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In that case, one must also remember the titties. Only then will Jamoomba the Furry-toothed bestow upon you his warm and fluffy cuddle of doom. </font>

BOOT I asked you a question, Squire, and I expect an answer! BOOT

In that case, one must also remember the titties. Only then will Jamoomba the Furry-toothed bestow upon you his warm and fluffy cuddle of doom.

NG, your poor attempt at baiting is noted and will be duly ignored when I get around to it. Juan, how are those quests coming along?

I always suspected you were really Pumba from the Lion King. Hakuna mutata to you too.

This is alltogether unreasonable. How could one write such an essay, knowing full well that 'Seanachai' and 'hatred' are words that simply should not be mentioned in the same sentence? After all, the Gnome bears a close resemblence to the teletubbies and, evil as they may be, hateful they are not. As much as it pains me, I'll have to take option two.

It is indeed an honour to meet the noble founder of our House. I was beginning to think you were more of an abstract concept than an actual person.

Unfortunately for Sir Sir 37mm, stoat has already been snapped up by rleete. So Sir Sir 37mm once again misses the chance to pick up a serf who occasionally visits the MBT or maybe even sends a turn, and is stuck at his wistful grasp at ol' sturmy a month or two back. </font>

Happy New Year, Ladies and geezers.

Are you done with those, boots yet, lad? It is about time you learn to appreciate the priveleges and responsibilities of belonging to a House of the Royal Line, after all, your Liege was proposed to knighthood, by the Queen of the MBT herself.

As for your "challenges", I have told you often enough that accepting a challenge from you would be more demeaning than having to accept the possiblity that Emrys may be human. I refuse to do either. I also believe the Justicar has made a landmark ruling on the issue of forcing Knights to accept challenges. Be a good lad and use the search button.

Now I wouldn't want to pre-empt the Justicar's judgement on this, but I have rights of first refusal on the poor wretch. In my understanding, there are no hard and fast rules about becoming a Squire and only general guidelines about becoming a Knight. You should know this quite well, having slipped through every crack in the system.

As I awaken from my drunken stupor, it has come to my attention that juan_gigante has completed the quest of soundly walloping the weakest rusted link in the chain of Knights, the pimple on the face of the MBT, the resident village idiot of the Pool - Sir Sir 37mm. He has also stuck around long enough to insert multiple knitting pins and the occasional steak knife into his opponent's unconscious body, which is to be encouraged. I hereby take juan_gigante as my Squire. Dear Joe, please update the website and fill out the paperwork. juan, get to polishing my boots. I suggest you rip out a chunk of Sir Sir 37mm's hair to use as a rag.

You know, a nice bunch of flowers and some chocolotes would be a much better way to express your feelings for me. I don't really go for the raving monologue type anymore. And then there's the whole interspecies barrier thing I have to get over, but with time, I might be able to look at your lowly reptile self without my eyes exploding and then, who knows, I just might allow you to get up close and personal with the sole of my old tramping boots.

Here, let me smash your toes with a hammer, it'll take your mind off it.

Good Lord, Joe, another one followed you home. If no one shows it the door, I am going to administer a dose of completely painless gas to paralyse it, followed by inhumane torture stopping just short of taking its life. Then I will let it loose in the GF to tell the tale.

We were all wandering what that smell was. Now we know.

Homosexual fantasies, weather discussion and beaver stories? Someone oughta take a flamethrower to this place (or light a match for that matter)!

Because it is too stupid to know anything?

I have right of first refusal on you lad, and you do not want to upset me by implying you'd prefer to be someone else's Squire, now do you? Otherwise I just might get my manservant Bubba to exercise prime nochte on my behalf.

Aaaah, all is as it should be in the sacred Cesspool.

How many times do I have to tell you that you are far too insignificant to ever hope to insult me enough for me to consider thinking about possibly allowing you to send me a set up? P.S. You are a blowhard & a perfidious piddler with no lineage to speak of (at least when it comes to the human side of your family) and have the dignity of a Thai hooker.

Good, lord - playing with youreslf again? I hope you weren't touching yourself at the time. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Also, until I see a screenie with the final battle stats, I refuse to concede defeat.

Happy birthday, Peng. May this coming year for you be as horrid as the last.

Edit your fecking post you damnable Scot... your ridiculous & incomprehensible warbling is ruining my AAR </font>