Rebecca:
You're such a geek
James:
You say that like it's a bad thing.
Rebecca:
No, I say it like it's a thing :)
Scott:
A thing with many tentacles and eyestalks and that stalks the moors at night singing about loss, love and glovepuppets.
James:
Didn't Robbie Burns write about that one?
I think it went like this:
O most grotesque beastie 'pon the moors
Knock ye not 'pon my doors
Ye puppets fill me wi' alarm
I dinnae want one 'pon my arm
Ye sing although I hope ye won't
I'll glass ye, just ye see 'f I don't
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