I know I’m right, or my name isn’t Petunia Flowerbottom! Who’s with me on this….? Anyone? Anyone?

1. It was proven to be factual that you did ask on numerous occasions that these comments regarding your legs stop, however, it was also proven that you often countered by asking why it is that your assistant manager never commented on the shape of your buttocks, particularly the left buttock, of which you often flexed in a sexual manner whilst bent over, playing with your laces (straight legged with your ass facing David no less).

2. It has been cleared up that these invitations to watch Cher in your underpants were a misinterpretation of your original constant mumblings which say, and I quote “I love watching boners David, we should have a party in your pants”. It seems David thought you were into Chers ex Sonny an do thought you must therefore also be into Cher.

3. Its been brought to our attention that while David did stand at attention, door open in the back room bathroom, it wasn’t possible for you to see him, as you usually entered the back room bathroom, backwards and bent over. Hence the uncomfortable situation.

4. Davids recollection of the time you asked him to expore the Sahara while you stroked, gently, the few hairs on his chin lead us to beleive that your entire arguement regarding this sexual harassment is a blatent attempt to fuel the fires of a lovers quarrel. Furthermore, David explained that when asked why he would want to head out into that heat with you, you replied that you would keep each other cool by blowing one another.

The icing on this cake, and the last piece of evidence vindicating EB Games, and our assistant manager from eny wrong doing, was the marriage certificate containing the names of both yourself, and the accused.