Knock yourself out, you however will always be known as the faceless one...

Tit.

Hurt me Cress, I don't mind, I realise now, all your cruel words were the only way you could convey your pain, the pain of having no face.

I'll bloody hurt you alright, given 1/2 the chance.

hurt me how?

Ok, i'll tell you, but you'd better go and get a box of tissues and a 1 kilo bar of Cadbury's. Oh, and probably someone's shoulder to cry on. Just their shoulder mind, I'm not in the mood for interuptions from 3rd parties.

I have all the ingredients, except the shoulder, I couldn't find a willing donor so I borrowed a cows stomach instead, is that ok?

Erm....i guess that will be ok. Right, comfy?

exceedingly.

good cakes. Well sorry to dissapoint but I've decided not to tell you. You've done nothing wrong but I thought that I'd better keep it to myself for now.

hmmm... that was a disappointment

(chuckle chuckle!)

Your sick...

Oh i know. We've been down this road before.

yeah... it sure is well travelled...