to have an argument, please.

Certainly sir. Have you been here before?

No, I haven't, this is my first time.

(for anyone NOT familiar with Monty Python, I swear, absolutely swear, there is a punchline at the end of this. I promise)

I see. Well, do you want to have just one argument, or were you thinking of taking a course?

Well, what is the cost?

Well, It's one pound for a five minute argument, but only eight pounds for a course of ten.

Well, I think it would be best if I perhaps started off with just the one and then see how it goes.

Fine. Well, I'll see who's free at the moment.

Mr. DeBakey's free, but he's a little bit conciliatory.

Ahh yes, Try Mr. Barnard; room 12.

Thank you.

(Walks down the hall. Opens door.)

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

Well, I was told outside that...

Don't give me that, you snotty-faced heap of parrot droppings!

What?

Shut your festering gob, you tit! Your type really makes me puke, you vacuous, toffee-nosed, maloderous, pervert!!!

Look, I CAME HERE FOR AN ARGUMENT, I'm not going to just stand...!!

Dude, I would laugh so hard if you're old account is being fixed again and your new one would count more posts than your 'ol one. Which one would you maintain?

OH, oh I'm sorry, but this is abuse.

Oh, I see, well, that explains it.

(csar! if you know the Arguement Sketch, feel free to contribute... like I said yesterday, 86 days of posting every 30 seconds for 12 hours a day to reach my old post count)

Ah yes, you want room 12A, Just along the corridor.