less ticks like force at a cook shining? What are you on about Kier? Ticks like any force except ones which harm them and I doubt that will happen in any greater frequency when a cook shines, in fact probably less so, because a shiny cook will distract attention away from the ticks leaving them freer to indulge happily in the people and livestock present, thus leaving a likelyhood of more ticks at a cook shining. Fo' shame.

Sore dicks had the Duke whining? I don't want to hear any more of your disgusting anecdodes about our revolting decadent aristocracy, you might think it very amusing that they snort heroins off the tears of the poor and guffaw about it in those horsey voices but I think all that unearned privilege is disgusting, come on mate, join the revolution, if you're not for us you're against us.

More licks fad in new tidings? Why must you torment me with knowledge about the decay of our society? The crazes of our time get increasingly disgusting. I don't even want to know what is getting "more licks". You should be ashamed to possess even the slightest information about this, let alone to share it.

Get a phone, compare it? What a hypocrite, if phrase sums up our shallow times it's that one, you're just like Paul Merton, ashamed of your mobile phone because it's not exciting, well phones aren't exciting, their only function is to make it easier to talk to arseholes, who wants to watch a movie on their phone? Only a prick. I expected better of you, god knows why.

Bet on bones! New fair hit? What on earth is there to bet on about bones? Who they come from? That's just sick, completely and utterly sick, the dead should be respected and left to be desecrated or eaten in peace, not gambled upon like some common playing card. What sort of fair would run it as well? Is this what you do for a living? Encourage people to bet on bones? You should go and flush your head down the toilet in disgust.

Rush for bed, round a boy, hit grin piss bust? That's just horrible. I'm glad that you made it so incoherent however, it means that I'd have to think very hard about it to work out exactly what was going on, something which I will make sure I never do. But just the shadow of the awfulness is chilling enough.... oh, the poor boy.... I don't know how you can sleep at nights.

Nosh on dead, loud, not coy with fine mist curse? Well if you're going to eat the dead loudly and not modestly and respectfully you deserve a curse, although fine mist seems a bit feeble for someone as morbidly obsessive as you clearly are. Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.

Kiss must win, grab the loot, see this trust thing? Were you in an accident and did you wake up in nineteen seventy-three? Kiss aren't going to win anything except an award for has-beens, I guess you'll have to rethink your plan to involve them in a wages heist, based upon an episode of The Sweeney no doubt. I rather think you've got a lot to learn if your plans are based on people being as trusting as they were thirty-five years ago.

Aren't there plenty of awards for has-beens around anyway though?

True.

Moo.

Cow.

How?

Cos I said so.

Moss I bed so? Is this some sort of soft plant fetish? Or do you merely like to use it as a bedding material? Both are quite weird, although the latter does display some practicality. Regardless, I trust that you are alone in this, as I would not want either trait to become widespread.