PRAISE YE THE LORD

[Runaway]

Mr Tree might let you in on the story of his (missing) roof.

[Sir William]

And a new Portion Master.

[Runaway]

Portion Master?

[Sir William]

Situations vacant.

[Runaway]

OMG not yet another juxtapose-round...

Still, it might gett*en Mr Nilly closer to his official appointment / promotion.

Anyway it's late. Nite nite to you all.

[Sir William]

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[Runaway]

Well, have of you arranged a date for Mr Nilly's ceremony?

Remember that visitors will come from all over the world to be part of this great occasion. (not occassion).

Think of the huge income for the forum!

[Sir William]

Remember that visitors will come from all over the world to be part of this great occasion. (not occassion).

[Prizemaster]

Will they wear masks and have of passes

[Runaway]

Indeed. And they will bring their powerful motor cars within their mighty aeroplanes.

[Sir William]

Dear Lord,

Please deliver me from all evil deeds, and protect me from all the wicked wicked members of this Forum.

Also do not allow me to succumb to the sins of the flesh, and please prevent me from fornicating and fondling ladies who have large breasts. These are truly the temptations of the Devil.

Amen.

[Runaway]

I wish it to be known by the (alleged) Lord that I exclude myself from the Chairman's silly comments about the sins of the flesh.
(Forthwith, henceforth, and without fear of (alleged) retribution).

I have of engaged in such activities for years and have of never been struck down with a lightning bolt or other such (alleged) Lordly weapons.

The (alleged) Lord created me (allegedly) to continue the human race, and that would be impossible were I to follow the Chairman's thinking.

So mote it be.

[Sir William]

Sinful member.

This is just the sort of wickedness that we need to be protected from.

May the Lord srike thee down and curdle thy nutlets.

[Runaway]

I just checked and they’re in good order. Your Lord seems to have of missed.

[Sir William]

Let he whom lives in greenhouses throw the first stone.

[Runaway]

The sun itself sees not, till heaven clears.
She may detain, but not still keep, her treasure:
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes,

If not from my loves breath? The purple pride
You live in this, and dwell in lovers eyes.
Those children nursed, delivered from thy brain,
O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great:

Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.
When that shall vade, my verse distills your truth.
The summers flower is to the summer sweet,
That censures falsely what they see aright?

[Sir William]

Exactly.

I couldn't of said exactly the same thing myself.

[Runaway]

Guess who wroted it.

[Sir William]

It must of bin Mr N*illy.

[Runaway]

No. It wasn’t written in crayon.

[Sir William]

May the Lord have mercy on these wicked members.

[Runaway]

My member isn't wicked. It does exactly what I want it to do.

[Sir William]

That's what manufactures it wicked.

[Runaway]

[Sir William]