As fate has conspired against my Noble Lord MC Fat to be able to acknowledge this slight on his fine character, I feel duty bound to respond on his behalf.
My noble Lord, who at Whitby, bestowed his notice on the pathetic operations of the insignificant insects whose underrated performances and attentions to their own concerns, in the midst of the various distractions of glorious sight and sound that surrounded them (MC Fat and his gallant crew)will at some future time, demean himself to address their obnoxious whim.
In the interim it may be in their insufferable, odious, exerable, loathesome, abominable self interests to maintain a silence.

I have my steel at the ready


Bloody hell, Rabbit how much encouragement do you want