FAO: Marvin

[Artois]

What's a PM?

 

[Turkey]

Question. Am I Marvin?

 

[Bry Nylon]

Good effort Artois, but you hadn't factored in Marvin's titanium plated sense of humour ...

 

[Bry Nylon]

In case that last post was in any way perceived as a personal attack I apologise unreseverdly and retract the remark in it's entirety. The devil made me to it. He talks to me all the time.

 

[marvin]

I think I'm having an "Apostrophy", uh, "Epidural", uh,"Equitorial", uh, uh, oh yeah, an "Epiphany".
Look that one up if you dare.

 

[marvin]

I'm not getting you down at all, am I?

 

[Bry Nylon]

I dare to look it up Sir, and what is more, I double-dare you to shove a cucumber thru your next door neighbour's letter box and shout "The Martians are coming, the Martians are coming!"

 

[marvin]

Funny, how just when you think life can't possibly get any worse it suddenly does.

 

[marvin]

My capacity for happiness, you could fit it into a matchbox without taking out the matches first.

 

[marvin]

Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. "Yes" is the answer.

 

[Bry Nylon]

Look, I'm sure you're very attractive and everything, but that's just not my thing.