Group: HELL YEAH! I'm sick of contact.
Paul: I call Dick-tater. Customary tip of the hat!
Group: customary tip of the hat
Paul: Customary shaloob
Group: Customary shaloob
Paul: The ball is now in play, all rules are now in effect.
(any words that start with S and F stand for Silent Football
*the game ensues..*
"Lady Duchess Lauren with the Long Lingering Locks of the Lost Coast, may I speak?"
"Yes, Lady Sonia, you may."
"I believe that Lord Dave was blaming his own flatulence problems on my person."
"I agree, and for that he shall recieve penance."
(Everyone is greatly amused, and Dave gets another bowl of the nasty rice and chili mix)