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.
I'm back guys, stop quarreling as to who'll guard 'my precious' prize ;)
No quarrel here, Kray. It's mine. :o)
absolutely, the honour is yours, you can guard it for me for as long as you want to :P
Ahem. Just a minor ontological issue here, Kray. The words, "my" and "prize" in 5378 bear no relationship to each other at all in the real world. No, no, no ,no... In the dimension which we share, the prize is MINE, and I will guard it FROM you, not FOR you. Are we clear? Good. I'd hate you to retain any confusion about this troubling matter. Now, if you would be so kind, I shall invite you for tea, and for a viewing of said prize. I'll just find my keys.
don't go Kevin it's a trap!
don't go Kevin it's a trap!
tl;dr ...all I saw was meprize :)
I don't know why you would think I am setting a trap. Little ol' me? And, Kray - I don't know what "tl;dr" means??
..because you don't own the Prize
I still don't understand the sequence of the last posts.
the squence of the posts is in perfect order
perhaps it's your brains that are scrambled?
tl;dr - Too Long; Din't Read
that's just in case you really din't care to know what it was :P
Ah, the prize and I can come out of hiding now. It was tricky shaking off Kray, but here we are safe and sound. And alert. Very alert. *hint*
Then why are you holding that figurine while I have the prize tucked into his little carry bag? Ha! So much for "alert"!
The Prize feels so insulted by you calling him a lert that he's come back to me.
Your failure to comprehend basic English has destroyed our trusting relationship. This means war!
Erm... What trusting relationship? :-)
Between the prize and me. We is mates.
You shouldn't make the Prize laugh like that. It upsets his digestion.
and Prize messed his little carry bag
which Dez is clutching to her b**bs
Oh, no. That's my wallet. Big, isn't it? The trust breaker still has him. But not for long! (Except I will be away from the computer for a few days and there is no telling what dastardly things he will do to the prize while I'm gone.)
The Prize loves me and knows he can trust me. I wouldn't ever do a dastardly thing to him. Unlike Someone...
Well, you stole him from his muvver. That's dastardly.
No, he came of his own accord. He knows I treat him like a bruvver.