Yup, I'm an angel to my friends..... and, hehe, I 'Bark' at my enemies.

Here's a thought, do you think I should carry a bottle of concentrated curried cabbage essence for times of emergency, like when I'm out and can't get to scoff down a plateful or three??

Yeah, well I have this secret ingredient that'll blow their socks off if they try to confiscate it.... and if I lay off the antacid for a while the digestive juices 'll eat right through those bottle and they'll have to evacuate their own base.

OK, how about I send you the bottled 'bark' gas in Hazmat container... to be sure, to be sure you and yours are safe... then we commandeer some hi-tech delivery system with laser guided control to ensure the despicables get wot's coming to 'em?  I was thinking a modified RPG launcher that'll fire with precision to the intended targets.... and I use the plural cos there'd have to be a few of 'em, right?

And if you can't secure a RPG, go to a military museum, find a tank, blow out the concrete plug so it'll fire, and load 'er up wiv curried cabbage gas bottles for the onslaught.  Hehe, wiv a tank, you could give those bastards down at City Hall a wake-up call,dontcha think???

There again, we are talkin curried cabbage gas.... might serve as a go to sleep (unconscious) call

No, I am not alright with that Gunnie Irokoness.  If you want to make Bombadier, you'll have to lock, load and fire upon those despicables.  Promotions don't come easy in this 'ere man's curried cabbage army.... do you hear me gunnie????

I CAN'T HEEEAAARR YOOOUUU!!!!! 

Aren't we Pirates anymore?

I knew it! You're a big fan of POTC, aren't you? 

Sounds good...so how about we adapt it to include thermal imaging to see which executive bankers are in the executive bathroom and land one right in their underwear, thus giving them the sickening sensation that they have something terribly wrong with them and they decided to end it all by performing a swan dive out a high-rise window on Wall St???

Ouch!  What dyer mean, ouch?  Banker swan dives fron the 44th floor... it'd be good riddance, don't you think???

Hi Uvah, IROKONESS and all.

     I gots the perfect thingy. I ripped off a nose from a heat seeking bumblebee and installed it on an invisible tse tse fly. We can remote fly it into the bathrooms right into their undies and if their wearing thongs so much the better as it will stick to the part that goes down the middle between the cheeks. Any time one of them sits down...BAM...stinger in the place where the sun don't shine and the effects will cause them to bang heads in the urinals while not flushing first   YUCK!!

Shark Bay sounds like it would be their address

 Anchors Away,Set Sail,Avast ye Landlobbers,Aaaarrrr,the Cap'n wants to feed his pet fish!

One at a time or all at once

Shark Bay Oooooohhhhhhh......everythin's all over the place. I can't get nuttin' into here. I'm not usin' the digicons no more. Them not workin' right.

Anyway...I started to say...Instead of throwin' 'em to the sharks, might get a nasty letter from the humane society, we take 'em all down to the Florida Everglades and feed 'em to the 'gators. Banker butts won't bother 'em too too much. Their gastronomical output we can use to fill up the bottles starkers got stowed away for emergencies in case the feds come lookin' for their missin' CEO's. And as far as a leaky barge goes...nah...tie a length of really scratchy rope to their wangadangs and push 'em off the plank. When one goes they all follow. How's that?   

Instead of a long weekend, how about a holiday twice a week... once for 3 days and once for 4 days??

I aren't Prime Minister cos I still want friends.

If I ran for politics, do you think The Curried Cabbage Party would be the ticket... and would it have 'impact'???

The Navy gets the Gravy and the Army gets the beans,beans,beans. An X father-in-law used to sing that to us, and do you think he ever asked us if we wanted to even Hear It.....