Mouses plague

[Sir William]

How's your plague of mouses going, Mr Run*away?

[Runaway]

We've prepared enough crusty pies to last for months thank you.

[Sir William]

[Runaway]

Filled with mouses!

[Sir William]

I didn't know mouses were crusty.

[Runaway]

Gas Mark 6 for 15 minutes. Just enough to manufacture the skins crusty, and the hairs soften.

When then manufactured into a pie and sealed with a shortcrust lid, the result is exquisite, especially when you take the initial knife cut and the juices run out. Yummy.

[Sir William]

My juices are running out.

[Runaway]

What you gett*en more elevated to with your Housekeeper is none of my business.

[Sir William]

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[Runaway]

https://www.news.com.au/technology/envi ... c218110b94

[Sir William]

Tell us, Mr R*unaway, does mouses in your pants give you a difficult-on?

If so it might be best not to bother with the string.

[Runaway]

v2's hand there is more than sufficiently sufficient (to get-go with). No need for mouses.

[Sir William]

OMG

[Runaway]

Perhaps I should explain...

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But I choose not to.

[Sir William]

We already have of a discussion about illegal sexual practices.

[Runaway]

Yes, and I seem to recall Mr Nilly was accused of heinous depravities with a doughnut and a bacon slicer (not in that order).

[Willy Nilly]

All helmets during this heinous depravity must never be removed

[Runaway]

Gosh no. My oh my.

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[Sir William]

OMG.

[Runaway]

That's what I thawt.

This is not good.

[Sir William]

This contravenes the boundaries of omni-tolerant justifications.

[Runaway]

For Mr Nilly, it doesn't.

He is the very epitome of self-salacious flap-mouthed sponginess, and thus fits in perfectly with the rest of us.

[Willy Nilly]

[Runaway]

[Sir William]