Piskie: We wants it, we needs it. Must have the automatic CL. They stole it from us. Sneaky little Toures. Wicked, tricksy, false!
Goonercymraeg: No. Not the Toures!
Piskie: Yes, precious, false! They will beat you, defeat you, BUY.
Goonercymraeg: Toures is our friend!
Piskie: You don't have any friends; nobody likes you!
Goonercymraeg: I'm not listening... I'm not listening...
Piskie: You're a lying Wenger and a cheating RVP.
Goonercymraeg No!
Piskie: Open goal missing *Bendtner*.
Goonercymraeg: Go away!
Piskie: "Go away?"
[Piskie laughs as Goonercymraeg begins pissing himself]
Goonercymraeg: I hate you, I hate you.
Piskie: Where would you be without me, piskie, piskie? I saved us! It was me! We moderated because of me!
Goonercymraeg: [stops pissing himself] Not anymore.
Piskie: What did you say?
Goonercymraeg: Mick's dad looks after us now. We don't need you anymore.
Piskie: What?
Goonercymraeg: **** off to Barca like Cesc, and never come back!
Piskie: No!
Goonercymraeg: **** off to Barca like Cesc, and never come back!
[Piskie hits the delete button in frustration]
Goonercymraeg: ****! Off! To! Barca! Like! Cesc! And! Never! Come back!!
[Piskie is silent]
Goonercymraeg: [looks around] We told him to **** off... and away he goes, Flossie! Gone, gone, gone! Goonercymraeg is free!