"Hey GT, You're from manchester if i recall correctly, the only place in the country you could pick up a girl in a kebab house (LOW Standards) and you have the nerve to think you're Northerners
"
*RD proceeds to continue to smash mongooses with Bar stools (hey, they're high quality considering they've survived that long). RD smiles as his PBC Character gets slaughtered and throws down his flaming baguette, before pulling out his trusty broadsword with serated edges As he whistles two rather terrible things begin to happen*
*Firstly a hoard of stereotypical Cumbrian Farmers charge growltigger with pitchforks and combine harvesters (These Guys scare me
)*
*Secondly a rather well dressed alien walks from the rest room. It's Cat from red dwarf, perhaps the only more stylish and cool cat than Growltigger's self proclaimed position. He struts over and looks at the GT, shakes his head, and proceeds to mock him about all things GT Holds dear. One particularly harsh insult is the "You're about as stylish as a Brazillian Football Player!!"*
*Meanwhile RD Awaits, his evil plan is coming to fruition...*
[ April 27, 2004, 12:57: Message edited by: Raging Deadstar ]