Another Murc game: Chinese Whispers.

[Fat Tone]

£2,000.00

[Brian Ellis]

Hard pounding this, gentlemen; let’s see who will pound longest.

[gt40]

I'd hit that!

[Brian Ellis]

Hit look lak sparrer-grass, hit feel like sparrer-grass, hit tas’e lak sparrer-grass, en I bless ef ’taint sparrer-grass.

[Fat Tone]

Preheat the oven to 200°C 400°F, gas mark 6.
Wrap the asparagus spears in Parma ham, then place in a shallow ovenproof dish.
Drizzle with the olive oil and season with freshly ground black pepper.
Place in the oven and cook for 10-15 minutes.
Place on individual serving plates and top with parmesan shavings.

[ZokesPro]

Fashizzle the drizzle my nizzle.

[Brian Ellis]

Each breeze from foggy mount and marshy plain
Dilutes with drivel every drizzly brain,
Till, burst at length, each wat’ry head o’erflows,
Foul as their soil, and frigid as their snows.

[Fat Tone]

Empty, vast, and frigid were the Snow Queen's halls. The Northern Lights flared with such regularity that you could time exactly when they would be at the highest and lowest. In the middle of the vast, empty hall of snow was a frozen lake. It was cracked into a thousand pieces, but each piece was shaped so exactly like the others that it seemed a work of wonderful craftsmanship. The Snow Queen sat in the exact center of it when she was at home, and she spoke of this as sitting on her "Mirror of Reason."

[Brian Ellis]

When a dwarf joined Captain Scott's Antarctic expedition, he had a hole in his glove. Result: a rigid digit on a frigid midget!

[Fat Tone]

I'll try to remember that one.

There's a hole in my shoe and its letting in water.

[Brian Ellis]

And it is good to cheat the pair, and gibe,
Letting the rank tongue blossom into speech

[SitFlyer]

That smells rank

[ZokesPro]

Fall in rank soldiers!!

[Brian Ellis]

Fall = autumn

[SitFlyer]

E=mc²