"I, Tony Brennand, the king of kings, the wolf amongst man have been silenced! For what you may inquire? Why, for espousing nought but the unfiltered truth and exclaiming it to the masses! AN HOUR BAN! Only the most pompous of honey badgers would invoke such an inconceivable slight against I, THE MONARCH OF THIRSTY CAMEL and the most fervent acolyte of Saint Murphy. Oh, it is an awry day indeed. But fortunately, I have all these Steam awards to keep me company and proffer relief for I in these trying times. I thank ye all for your support, and just know, that this ban couldn't have occurred to a nicer, more courteous man than I.

WHAT WILL I DRINK IN THIS LOATHSOME CELL? There is no chardonnay, no whisky, no Irish coffee, nought to imbibe but water that leaks in my cell. Oh well then, I suppose a drink's a drink then!

LICK LICK LICK!

By my lonely prison walls
I heard a young girl calling
"Michael, they have taken you away
For you stole Trevelyan's corn
So the young might see the morn
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay"
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry
By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young man calling
"Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free
Against the famine and the crown
I rebelled, they cut me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity"
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry
By a lonely harbour wall
She watched the last star falling
As that prison ship sailed out against the sky
For she lived in hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry"