Do you promise to "Have me nekkid by the end of this song"?

I think i've been conned. Your avatar isnt correct, you're NOT Justin Timberlake, are you?

Flame Boy, my world is complete.
I declare that our team is called Flame Boy Rubi.
(Or maybe RubiFlame Boy ... ha ha, maybe not.)
Flubi sounds good.
Watcha think?

Your words are forgiveable because I am saintly. Let it be known from now on that Flame Boy loves Rubi!

(Note to Ex: As a pun, not bad, not bad. Who helped you?)

Now flame boy, I come back on my knees to you.
(Not what you think.)
I do not for a minute think you have 'bad Brit teeth.'
It was a joke, flame boy. A joke.
Maybe a bad joke ... but a joke.
I swear fealty to you.
Can you forgive me?

Every Sunday, before Tea, I'm going to strap you down and pray on you.

The surest route to the Rubester's spleen is a crumpet.
Uncanny.

Have no doubt, I will bring the PAAAAAAIIIIN, oh and i will also bring some crumpets.

I'm not so sure.
Hehehe.
(No, you seem just mean and duplicitous enough to be worth the odd concussion and fractured femur. Let's rumble every Thursday before Tea.)