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Usually something shiny does the trick, rolled up pieces of tin-foil will have Boo entertained for hours.

What kind of door?

Shirly, you must be referring to that one squad were a guy sticks his hands up, your idiots stop shooting then the surrendering guy's squad mate crawls over and lobs a grenade at your idiots. Then Mr Surrendering guy un-surrenders and picks up his weapon again. Very sneaksy, tricksy and not the least bit false.

So OGSF begs me to buy a Panther for our current QB, "Hoots, toots and och aie the noo, oi loike Panthurrs" he reckons so I buy one and the game starts...4 turns in and OGSF's Brits are getting 'sploded to bits left and right by 75mm of fiery death. I then target with a mortar team a green contact that is spotted perched suspiciously on overwatch...a half dozen shells later and an A/T gun is despatched before even getting a shot away. Now OGSF complains about the fact I bought a Panther. There's just no pleasing some people.

Yes, well...that makes it all perfectly clear.

Boo Radley wouldn't know a flanking manhoover if it painted itself purple, slapped him in the face and called him Susan.

That's the bile acid sequestrants working, you'll probably be all 'squirty' again in a few hours so I wouldn't be putting the rubber sheets away just yet if I were you.

You mean Emrys?

Lies...damned lies...Emrysian-sized lies!

Don't forget the freshwater crocs...and stonefish...fire-ants...scorpions...Paul Hogan.

Another saying is "excuse the smell, I think I stepped in a piece of Ohio"

It seems the 'merkins are fading into history (as is only right) as the time of the Australopithisaurus is nigh! The mighty shall inherit the earth! (and the Artic) Some day, far in the future, archeologists will excavate little fossilized 'merkins and exclaim with joy..."S'truth Joy, this is a good place for the out-house".

Don't lie, you've been in jail haven't you?

...and never washes his hands afterwards.

Shh! Silly child! If your opinion is wanted it will be beaten out of you m'kay?

Not if you're a spider.

Not so much fortunate as 'burdened'. I take it as my duty to drag you illiterate, scurvy-ridden dogs along the road of life, tossing you crumbs of wisdom from time to time in the hope that one day you may reach even a low level of awareness. Its been, what, 10 years now and only yesterday you mastered getting your pants on the right way around. Baby steps as they say.

So...never?

Actually no, is it anything like you with an 81mm sized dent in your head?

Is that African or European Vaselene?

I think I've bounced a few too many 81mm shells off his noggin over the years...he's gone all...Emrysian. My bad.

Not in this lifetime, Sparky. Or any other.

Well when you do that in public and not in the privacy of your own home, what do you expect?

Instead of denying the origin of your language (yes, english wasn't invented in 1776) you could try sending a turn.

Then send a man-sized 1.10 setup you red-headed, tartan skirt wearing haggis fondler.