Earth Goat: It's been a long time. I'm glad you've agreed to do another interview.
El Gordo De Amore: Well, last time was a little depressing
EG: Oh what rot! It was just a bit of the old tea and crumpet -- too sweet to be bad!
EA: Yes ... Er. Well.
EG: Has Old Miss Havisham got your tongue? I say, you are as close-lipped as Jaggers at a Sunday Church Meeting! Do you have nothing to say to your good friend Pip?
EG: Yes! I am interviewing you in the guise of a beloved literary scamp! It's the newest thing in clever criticism. Wot wot?
EA: I'm pretty sure Pip never said "Wot wot."
EG: Oh, you're as despicable as Old Provis! Tally ho!
EA: You sound nothing like Pip. I'm not putting up with this crap.
(unintelligible on tape -- noise that sounds like a duck. Loud bang.)
EG: Now, show me your scrivener's notes! What are you working on? What blood-thirsty rows and derring-dos have you scratched down for us poor gentlemen? We will read it as we row down the Thames, my beloved Estella in the bow!
EA: Err-- What's that in your hand?
EG: Why Miss Havisham's wedding dress and the chains that once bound my old benefactor! Wot wot! Here, hold fast!
EA: Dude, get the hell away from me.
EG: Wot wot!
(unintelligible noises -- loud banging)
EG: Lie back and think of England!
(unintelligible noises and a loud banging sound).