Bob, the anal fissure.

[Fundamentalism]

Bob, the anal fissure, talks to us all in our sleep. He whispers new thoughts and strange new realisations. He boldly goes where hopefully no man has gone before.

He told me, in my sleep last night.

 

[CaptainWacky]

That was the ghost of Bob Monkhouse.

 

[Cassie]

Bob's yer uncle.