Snarling, Arbiter extracts the haddock from his nostrils and places it on the ground.

Then, he sits back and grins quietly to himself, secure in the knowledge that he's poisoned the entire supply of Sherry in the north west and the only person likely to be drinking it is....

IanPBaker.

(Awight pal, you need to let me know where in MCR you are so you can buy me that pint you owe me!!)

Arbiter raises his eyebrow at the 'eightballs' Parksie has just got out...

Am I correct in assuming that Benjamin is DennisWren?

If so, a whole can of whoop ass is going to be opened merely to honour his presence!