CORRECTION It's a game that Pixie invented to wum me, in a desperate attempt to rebuilt his shattered ego, after I destroyed him in some epic wind ups. Not surprisingly, I am miles ahead in the "wum **** up" league, as Pixie has "called" nearly all of the "**** ups." Of course, the so-called "**** ups" aren't **** ups at all; they are merely points of discussion, but so desperate is Pixie to wum me that he's calling "**** up!" on his own shadow. The other side of the coin is that players can "earn" points for calling "wum **** up!" Needless to say, Pixie is well ahead in that league, having awarded himself most of the points. I call them "Pixie's self-love points." All in all, it's a tragic story of humiliation and subservience, and one that generally invokes pity in the eye of all who behold Pixie's shame.
That's bollocks, and you know it! I enter into the most banter. The fact that the 'Pede is too stupid to understand anything other than knob gags is not my fault.