Warbaby

The very idea! I'm not your #!?* face, you tickle-tongued toadtingler.

Indeed! The very cheek! You call me a fish-flavored gerbilcellar, you cruckleberry crinklecruncher!

A Tattletale or stoolie could well be known as a nark or a grass (English slang)

'Pon my word!, you call me an oily-breathed sandsniffer, you wibbly-wobbly whifflewhuffer!

Am I ever, your rubber-livered shnozknocker, you piffle-whittling, pronsquasher.

A squawk can also be a 'squeal' the sound an animal, especially piglets/foals make when under duress.

Oh my gosh! I'm not your pus-filled pimple monkey, you flipper-fingered flabberghaster.

As if! never let it be said that I'm your lard-smeared leechjocky, you web-toed walrus-wrangler.

Sometimes a groan is a complaint.

The affrontry! I'm not an unwashed food-processor, you cack-handed corncrake.

We sometimes call Petrol - Kerosene.

Yuck! To think I would stoop so low as to be a toe-nail biter, you Long-horned Toadtwaddler.

The very idea! I'm not a rusty hood-ornament, you fire-fanning fantasia.

Ouch! You're mistaken if you think I'm a stench-winged sphincterbucket, you yellow-bellied yamsquasher.

Nah! That doesn't tickle my taste buds.

A Cornish cream tea. Freshly baked scone, spread with clotted cream and strawberry jam, accompanied by a cup of hot sweet milky tea,

If I was a chicken-toed spooncannon, I'd shoot myself, probably in the foot, you Lily-livered Lickspittler.

Oh my such vehemence! In no way am I a sexually abused chia pet, you nettle-fingered phalange!

I'm no man's Slave, you Double-posting Two-timer.

Never in a million years am I an overgrown Fauntleroy, you Swivel-hipped Sidewinder.

The game itself acts like a censor. I wanted to name my three MM thug pets as Tom, Dick and Harry. It would let me name Tom and Harry but not Dick - even though Dick was only a shortened version of Richard, in this instance. (Any Tom, Dick or Harry used to be a favourite expression of my mum's). So I guess Dick is one of the censored words in the game.

Seems like I'm in the minorty here but the only reason I don't PvP is because whenever I go to one of the PvP zones the blaming place is empty.

The few times I have played against another player I really, really enjoyed, it got the adrenelain pumping like no other aspect of the game. Knowing there was a human player that could outhink me (and usually did) I found very exciting. I don't recall any kind of harassment by either others or myself. I also never built a character specifically to PvP, only ever used the char I was currently playing. Sometimes I won, sometimes I lost, either way never spoilt my enjoyment.

Having said that it's been a long time since I was even in a pvp zone but I still happily play the game as it is.

Well! I certainly know what a flaming hemorroid is coz I have them but I'm certainly not one, you Bulky Baffling Bamboozler!

How can you even imagine I'm a yeast-specked chaituft, you misbegotten muddle-headed misnomer!

Well! I'm totally astonished you would think I even remotely resembled a WoW addict, you Bleary-eyed beer swilling Beetlejuicer!