Cool, cool. Someone please post the next three boxes for round 2.

We'll start the round at 8:30

I'll just read this grown-ups newspaper while more people decide what they want to do.

GO NOW!

18, 15 and 5!

Seeing as ACB seemingly sent his negotiation to Skyline and not me, may I remind players that as I am Guest Banker, negotiations are to be sent to me.

Noel: That was a relatively easy No Deal, Jacques.

Jacques: Well, you see... £11,000 isn't enough for me. My target is... *CENSORED*

Some random producer: Eheheheh. We just don't want William Relf to hear that. He could... get ideas. Know what I mean, Jacques?

Jacques: Not really... no. No. Can we get on with the game?

Noel: Sure, sure. Let's get it on.

Jacques:

...I pick 18. Are you a celebrity or a mere mortal?

Jeremy: Mere mortal? Hahahah... everyone knows who I am. I of coursed fathered one of the greatest music stars in history.

Jacques: Who? Eminem? Man, he's good!

Jeremy: NO! My widdle Justin!

Jacques: Timberlake? Eeh... he's alright.

Jeremy: Oh goodness me. I'M JEREMY KYLE'S DAD JUSTIN BIEBER'S DAD! I do autographs.

Jacques: Oh. Him. Beh. His music is mediocre.

Jeremy: What?

Some random producer: Let's just black out for a few minutes...

...Jeremy finally opens box 18... which contains £50,000...

Jeremy: Take that you stupid punk-ass *censored*

Jacques: Can we please take this joker out of the studio? Thanks.

Duly done...

Jacques: 15 next.

Spencer Matthews doesn't say a single word. He quickly lifts the seal and opens the box, revealing... £5!

Spencer plainly looks out to Noel. He walks to Noel and hands a bill of £488,794.14 or something crazy like that to him, to be paid ASAP. Anything to get more money to brag about with the soulless Made in Chelsea creatures.

Spencer wakes up the next day in his GRAND mansion at Paultons Square. He goes round to one of those other toffs' villa, laughing at all the all people at the bus stop waiting for the 11 or 22 along the way

Oops, WRONG SHOW. This was going to be an advert for Made in Chelsea! I'm sowwy.

Jacques: My next box shall be... number 5.

Noel: Ah! Reginald Rapley! Welcome to the show! You're looking very youthful today.

Reginald: Ahh fam, just call me Reg.

Noel: OK, so Reg? How old are you?

Reginald: 73 years old bro, you?

Noel: Um... I don't think it good manners to ask such questions!

Jacques: Oh my God... wait... are those... Lebron XIs? MY DREAM SHOE! Oh God... I must have them

Reg: Well... I copped 'em for bout $625... and I at least double my price, so... $5,260.

Jacques: Why do these SneakerHeads have to sell all their wares for INFLATED PRICES? YOU GUYS ARE JUST AS BAD IS WILLRELF!

Reg opens box 5 very hastily to reveal... £750!

Noel: Well... not a bad round! Of course... the £50,000 wasn't the best thing to ever happen to you since you saw those sneakers... but... a hobo five amount and another blue should balance things out.

We await

In case you didn't get my edited comment, I just said that so I could see Skyline's reaction to it.

tl;dr:
18 - £50,000
15 - £5
5 - £750

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Boxes remaining: 1, 2, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10, 12, 16, 17, 19, 20, 21.

Hmm, the £50k was a bad amount for you to lose but you balanced that out with £5 and another blue takes the round marginally in your favour.

BANKER'S OFFER

£12,500

Thank you, willrelf!

You have 23 hours to reply, sort out your negotiations, etcetera.

That's 20:18:36 GMT.

Since this is a superb board and I usually play for mega-money if it's reasonably achievable, I shall confidently say NO DEAL.

NO DEAL!!!!!!!!

No thanks.

Quote-editing posts only really work when they're funny, ACB.

The loss of the £50k wasn't that bad for just a £1,500 increase, NO DEAL.

I gave you over 41 minutes extra time...

next three, please! You'll get a SHIFT after the next offer!

1, 2, and 4, please.

Everyone has the right to be furious at me if they ruin the game.

No worries. I'm sure you'll be alright.

Behind box 1 is Bengie Gonzales, who studies Electrical Engineering at MIT. He is an Erasmus student for this year.

Bengie: You know... you Brits are weird! I mean... you call soccer football. That's kind of retarded. *laughs*

Jacques: We call it football because you use your foot... not your hands, to move the ball. I think it's pretty logical. I mean, what does American football have apart from men from space bashing into each other? Rugby with helmets?

Bengie: What? HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY FAVOURITE SPORT? THE BEST SPORT IN THE WORLD?

Jacques: Look... let's not get hasty, let's have a fruit pasty.
Hehe... just one of the raps I made...

Bengie: That was so terrible it didn't even rhyme. Believe me, only Americans can rap, not you double-decker bus weirdos.

Noel: Can we please cut this rubbish out? We should learn to love each other! After all we all speak English...

Bengie: Correction: AMERICAN

Jacques: Just open the box before I get MAD!

Box 1 contains... £35,000!

Bengie: I'm done. Bye.

Jacques: I think I'll go for this rather average-looking lady standing in front of box 2...

Samantha Brick runs out of the studio, crying, with her hands cusped over her eyes.

Noel: HOW MANY BOXES AM I GOING TO OPEN IN THIS SHOW? I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO DO THAT!

Jacques: You want me to open it?

Noel: No. I don't think you can really be trusted. Get away from there!

Jacques glimpses a screen with the box amounts and boxes within for a few seconds before Noel ushers him out. Jacques doesn't really take note of anything on the aforementioned list.

Hehe.

Box 2 is opened by Noel, with a grouch in his demeanour.

Box 2 contains... 1p!

Noel: Oh God No. Do I have to kiss you? Can we make an exception just this once... Please?

Random Producer: Sorry Noel... it's in the contract that whom should reveal the penny shall receive a wet slobbering kiss.

Noel: Oh. Ick.

Noel closes his eyes and shrivels his face, preparing from a kiss from Jacques. Jacques doesn't budge, and has a blank bored expression on his face.

Just then, the studio door bursts open. Samantha Brick returns!

Samantha: A little blue birdie told me that the 1p was revealed in my box. Box 2. And I want that kiss. Now.

Samantha proceeds to French-kiss Jacques.

Samantha: Not so average-looking now am I!

Jacques feels a little flushed and shocked... onto the next box, he thought.

Jacques: I... pick number 4.

Behind number 4 is Chris Martin.

Chris: You know, Noel... before I open my box... there's something I want to share with you all!

Noel: Is it a preview of your new single?

An audience member known as holly faints with happiness.

Chris: Eh... no. Just listen.

Chris Martin summons the band who emerge from the garish triangles dotted around the studio. They play a mega concert of 47 of their songs.

BankerSpanker: WHEN IS THIS STUPID THING GOING TO END!

Then Will Champion bashes BankerSpanker's head with a guitar.

The concert is over. The rest of Coldplay retreat into their triangles.

Chris opens box 4 to reveal... £250!

An audience member called Benjamin Rodrigues breathes a massive sigh of relief.

We await William's call. I hope that Will can play us a few of his hits!

Before the offer is made, Jacques decides to rap for us. Then Noel does. And it totally sucks. Then one of the pilgrims cries, for some reason. I'm not sure it's because Jacques' rap sucked, Noel's rap sucked, or she's just being a drama queen.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oDk60zm-07w
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oDk60zm-07w

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oDk60zm-07w

That round definitely went in your favour, guys. I have no choice but to offer...

BANKER'S OFFER

£20,000