The alphabites were a coded message.
You were suppose to decipher them. Instead you ate them. Now you'll never find the grail.
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Fri 20 Nov 2009, 14:30, 2 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

Oh well
I heard it was shit anyway. How's you?
(Bazongaloid, Fri 20 Nov 2009, 14:31, Reply)

so-so.
Still trying to decode a tin of alphabetti spaghetti.
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Fri 20 Nov 2009, 14:38, Reply)

Peter those are cheerios

(b3tamax Mate, you're fat and I'll throw you in the river, Fri 20 Nov 2009, 14:59, Reply)

Mmmmm!
Doughnut seeds!
(bill, Fri 20 Nov 2009, 17:10, Reply)

It was a cunningly coded message
Al's mum had made them spell out "these are chips not alphabites" on the plate. Unfortunately al is dyslexic and he thought it read "I hate you, love Mum", and so the illusion was shattered into a million crisp-crumbed pieces.

Poor al.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 20 Nov 2009, 14:35, Reply)

OhEmGEEEEEEE!
It's like you were inside my eyes looking out!
(Bazongaloid, Fri 20 Nov 2009, 14:36, Reply)

OH YEAHHHHH!

( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 20 Nov 2009, 14:38, Reply)