Nieuw park in Puerto Demokratia

I don't like goat's anything. I don't like goats being involved in any stage of the food production process.

It's not like you've lost a pen, is it? It's so much worse. Would you like a pen? I have a spare one.

Roy, I spoke to the Elders of the Internet not one hour ago. I told them about Jen winning Employee of the Month and they were so impressed that they wanted to do whatever they could to help.

Ah, well, prepare to put mustard on those words, for you will soon be consuming them along with this slice of humble pie that comes direct from the oven of shame set at gas mark 'egg on your face'! I sort of forget what I was talking about.

So, what brings you to my lair? Not that I'm some sort of animal. Or, or maybe I am.

An ill wind is blowing. Last night I was stirred from my slumber by a crow calling three times. Caw... caw... well you know what a crow sounds like. Passing to my window, I trod on a piece of lego. Oh, it went right in the heel. Turning on my television set, I noticed the reception wasn't great. Not terrible, just not great. Hear me well, no good can come of your trip to the theatre tonight, no good at all. And if you ask me... That's just bloody rude. Where's my Heat?

You want me to open it. That's why you called me all the way up here, to open your laptop?