Frank

I wasn't expecting that.

Let's talk this over this evening, gyps. How about your usual slot just after midnight when you're banging into the walls? Drunk cunt.

Does this one do comedy, tot? Fantastical rotation of avatars, otherwise I'm not sure if you have a purpose.

Are you happy with your reinvention?

Well.. you witless nonsensical yiddish fool, I singlehandedly lobbied the ombudsman, insisting all agents are well advised to amend their terms, ensuring that you and I are not held responsible for scuzzy tenants hanging themselves on roller blind pulleys.

Come on, Alf.. somebody has to say it. After years of self-restraint with you chipping in now and then with a derek & clive quote and not much else, you finally found the balls to express yourself. There's no going back now, minkey.. thicko.

I'm sorry gyps.. that was a nasty and unnecessary opener. Apart from the baby-brained Alf, you're the only punter here whose character depicts a true likeness of your real self. That's why I can put my hand on my heart and say that I don't fucking like you.

Listen to yourself, Alf. You've been in this mess for weeks. Stop for crying out loud.

You coming down that cooler chute, head first arse-over-tit in your beige poly three-piece, was a sight to be seen. Thank god it was 48 hours.. you boring fucking cunt.

I suppose you did, Alf. But Christ, it was hard to witness such a pathetic display from a man I once nearly admired. I'm going to attack bubble this evening. Stay tuned.

Fucking hell, Alf.. I've really missed you. What happened back there with my mate Punk? You came out of that looking like a trembly-kneed fucking train wreck. Weak idiot.

I can't make head or tails of all this shit on here, wiz. It appears that Ding's now in charge. Am I right?

Scummy fucking whore.

Decs just happens to be a funny little man with a big talent.. you phoney down-in-the-mouth humourless piece of shit.

You edited my post and suggested a combo of incest and paedophilia. I expect mrs R will deal with you in an appropriate and timely manner.

Quiet, withers. Stupendous cretin.

Quince, I've been thinking about time travel. Will you be my Jane Seymour in 'Somewhere in Time'. I'm finished here.

Munch, I'm afraid I've had to report you for fucking with my intellectual property. Consider yourself banned.

Idiot.

You dull fucking creep of a follower, ape.

Fancy a stroll along the front and a little throat action for old times sake?

I often think of you, gobbie.

All this wealth is sapping my soul, jackie. I have no passion, no anger.. no humour. I recall your shitty back yard being no more the 15 foot. Have you extended out front?

Jackie, it's me.. Frank. I made so much money last year, I'm practically numb.