This day shall live on in history, the day Wyllius was defeated in battle:

RABTHEREF: Less talking from you.

Spatvark: *pouts*

RABTHEREF: Pfft

Spatvark: That's some top-notch pffting there! (SNIZZISM!!!!!)

RABTHEREF: Less Snizz you.

Spatvark: I'll Snizz YOUR less (ANOTHER SNIZZISM!!!!!)

RABTHEREF: *Slap*

Spatvark: I'll slap YOUR *!

RABTHEREF: Meh, I usually don't resort to this, but; Self if your self is self then self cannot allow self to continue with this self, for self is wrong.

Spatvark: Ah, but I'm not YOUR Self, thus I am not wrong, then I can continue with this for the self that is wrong is not myself but yourself

RABTHEREF: But self is self, not self, but self in the context that self is self, and ,my self is self incarnate, so self is wrong for self

Spatvark: So you're saying that your self is all selfs thus any self is always wrong when referring to other selfs? By saying that, you are saying that your self is wrong, as well as my self, thus anything your self says about me, and anything my self says about your self is wrong, thus you're talking bollocks, and so is this!

RABTHEREF: Nah, it's double reverse backwards broken bicycle Platoism

Spatvark: Really? I thought it was the more common, lesser-spotted, double breasted trousers of doom belonging to Engelbert Humperdink Zionism personally

RABTHEREF: Do not Mock Englebert or I shall smite thee down with the black beast of Aldershot and remove your trousers!

Spatvark: I shall Mock Engelbert no longer, for I always thought he was better than Burt Baccarach anyway

RABTHEREF: Burt Baccarach *Shakes Fist*

Spatvark: May he be damned to heaven, where he can torture all of those angels!

Wyll - you do realise that you've not won there, you failed to counter my last rebuke of Self, and tried to let the conversation go into Burt Baccarach, then I left because there was fun outside. In conclusion, I am fecking Marvellous.