*dances* Hey, macarina!
This is a dream. A very weird one. Try not to think too hard.
*rolls over on the floor and peers blearily up* Wha...?
I'm too sexy for this wig, too sexy for the wig...
*curls up, gasping* That was /mean/, that was. *twists round* Uh... Sir.
O.O.....Uh.. Look, BIRD! *looks innocent*
What is the meaning of this?
*stumbles back, probably against the table* OW, ey! *leaps at Oxley and comes inches short, thanks to rope* ..bloody! *thrusts his knee up instead.*
OH you! *throws a punch at him*
Yes, but..you do have a real red nose, makes a beep if you press it too! *grins innocently*
So? You was teasin' me inside!
*eeps and dives to avoid the marine* Oy! we's inside, don't you see, inside!!
*hurls himself at Whyte* I /said/ watch it, you!
Wot'? *grins* sayin' you've be sparklin' like t' starry sky at night? Or t' other part where you'd be wearin' a bikini and looking all funny in it?
You'd better watch what you say, Terry Whyte.