Council of Tyrants

And always looking down (up) to see what's dangling.

{{ Voice: PETTY! PETTY! GO INTO THE LIGHT! TO THE LIGHT!

Petty: Aye, aye, hud yer wheest I'm goaing!

Voice: INTO THE LIGHT PETTY!

Petty: Yir a bit o' a pushy bugger are yi no? Here it comes! The Great Brewery in the Sky!.......Bloody hell its bright in Here! Aahhh! Whit the? Why dis uverything hurt? Where's the Infinite Bar and ma eternal buckie?! Hauld on this is suspiciously like a bed, and whits wi yon tubes? Thut bag better huv buckie in it! Why is thur a machine that's goes ping?

Voice: PETTY YOU HAVE BEEN SENT BACK UNTIL....

petty: Haud a meenite. Jist who the buggery ure yi mystery voice?

Voice: WELL I'M THE GREAT BREWER, OBVIOUSLY.

Petty: If yir the Great Brewer whure's the Great Brewery and ma bloody buckie?

Voice: AS I WAS TRYING TO SAY IF YOU WOLD STOP INTERUPPTING, YOU HAVE BEEN SENT BACK UNTIL....

Petty: Hang on! This is mair life, isn't it? It is! This isn't the Great Brewery in the Sky at aw. Its jist mair bloody life! That's noo fair! A heard the bell toll for Last Orders! Huv a noo done ma crabbit best? Nae wanes being mair crabbit thun me, did A no sup the holy buckie tull A hud nae functioning internal organs left and less brain cells active than a moose wi its heid stuck in a moose trap?

Voice: WELL ITS YOUR CRABBIT THAT IS NEEDED STILL.

Petty: A've nane left, I'm oot aw crabbit, A spent it aw. Ave noo goat the fiery, fierce burning crabbit o' ma youth any mair. Um spent. It's noo possible tae light yon crabbit rage agin.

Voice: YOU WILL FIND A WAY, AND I SHALL HELP YOU. NOW IF WE COULD PLEASE GET BACK TO THE MATTER IN HAND, AHEM, PETTY YOU HAVE BEEN SENT BACK UNTIL YOUR TASK IS DONE.

Petty: Whitever. Haud  on. Whit task?

Voice: THE  NEW EDITION OF THE NotP NEEDS DELIVERING.

Petty: Whit? Yi brought me back fir that?

Voice: WELL IT IS TWO WEEKS LATE ALREADY.

Petty: Let me git this straight in ma heid. Yi denied me the Great Brewery and ma eternal buckie...tae deliver a newspaper?

Voice: YES. BUT IT'S GOT A WHOLE NEW LOOK  AND IT IS THE XMAS SPECIAL.

Petty: Yi deceitful f*!***@! *@!* son o' a $£@!* Yi sh*! stained w*!@ @* mither-*@*! And speaking o' yir mither thut *@!%!@  chapped kneed dug *!@*! and I hope your *!@% gets chewed off by a short-sighted donkey in search o' a carrot!!

Voice: SEE, I KNEW YOUR OLD CRABBIT WOULD SOON COME BACK TO YOU! DIDN'T I SAY I'D HELP. NOW GET OUT YOUR WANKING CHARIOT AND GET ON WITH IT OR THERE REALLY WILL BE NO ETERNAL BUCKIE FOR YOU WHEN YOU REALLY DO FINALLY RUN OUT OF CRABBIT.

Petty: Ach, piss aff! }}

SO glad your back !

Welcome back!

Glory and Trumpets! Yer called back at the nick of time, fer...fer I don't know but where ever you've been, you're back!

{{ Can't say I'm entriely sure myself Halfy, you have one bad buckie and next thing you know its months later and you're kilts round your ears and you're upside down in Daves Hedgregrow with no idea how you got there
Thanks all, nice to be back in my barrel. }}

{{ Can't say I'm entriely sure myself Halfy, you have one bad buckie and next thing you know its months later and you're kilts round your ears and you're upside down in Daves Hedgregrow with no idea how you got there
Thanks all, nice to be back in my barrel. }}

Ah, Dave, I miss him also. I hope hes ok ?

I called Dave and talked to him about a year or so ago? He was doing quite well, though when his mom died he didn't feel to sociable, and once he did he never go back into the swing of popping into Forumshire. But with his work shoring up the coast he'd had grad students and such visiting him, keeping him busy.

Awh, seems like Dave has had a difficult patch in his life, I wish him well, very well, as he goes forward in life. Thanks for letting me understand Halfy

Well he was already well on with years when his mum checked out, softens the blow when you're already eyeing up your own end game. But still hard.