The Word Cloud

What the hell, Steve. I sneak in early to leave Wrathnar his birthday prezzies and discover this *points up*. I think Aiyla's been feeding you her 'special' cookies again, hasn't she?

Marion leaves Wrathnar's prezzies in the corner of the Pit where no one will trip over them:

1) Keys to a silver Bentley
2) Title deed to a cottage in the Bahamas
3) Jimi Hendrix’s 1968 Stratocaster
4) A Jack Russell puppy called Ozzy
5) A publishing contract with HarperCollins
6) A seven-tier chocolate cake with 48 candles
7) A birthday card with a £1 million cheque inside
8) A case of South Africa’s finest vintage wine
9) Another cactus (a girlfriend for Diogenes to help calm his nerves)
10) A vuvuzela

Thanks, Marion, nice prezzies.

1) Nice keys, but of little use without a silver bentley to go with them! (Still, it's the thought that counts).

2) The bahamas sound nice, shame dead people can't get passports.

3) Isn't that the one he set fire to?

4) & 10) Have filled the vuzvulea with gunpowder and inserted it into the jack russell for a interesting kersperiment. Stand back!

5) £5 advance and 0.0001% royalty. Yippee, or something.

6) Oops, accidentally sat on it. Anyone want to lick my bum?

7) Is that one of those cheques wot go "BOINGGG!!!!!!" ?

8) Excellent! This stuff works much better than Toilet Duck.

9) Diogenes says "Thank you! I didn't know it was my birthday too!"

Hello? Where is everybody? Nobody came to my party. (sob, whinge, whimper . . .)

Marion takes back the Jack Russell puppy and leaves.

What leaves? You didn't give me any leaves!

(Falls over) Snore . . .

Good grief! The evening has hardly begun and the host of the party is already passed out on the floor.

*Whistles to Ozzy*

Come boy, let's go chase butterflies in the park.