Banter ought to be an official, universal language. It helps to maintain morale and puts a break on over-inflated egos.
For instance:
When PK says -
I can take the “banter” by Rising Sun and Bravo because I know they both are a pair of inofensive wife slaved adult men (elderly man in the case of RS), with perhaps too much time in their hands,
I have to respond - indeed, when most women meet me they wish to ensnare me and make me their sex-slave. However, once they have worshipped the totem it is they that become enslaved, and I never have the time to do full justice to those that end up in my hands and that’s probably why they always come back for more. 
True, this does not apply to the missus. I’ll always be her slave, but she’s worth it, and when we appear at social gatherings we’re both aware that she is the trophy on my arm that all the other guys want, I think to myself “Eat your hearts out - she’s mine!”
R.S. is not an elderly man. No. I am an elderly man. R.S. is simply an ancient man who wishes he was merely elderly. He doesn’t require contipads, as I do, as he has a bag attached which prevents those parts that he hasn’t seen for a long time from leaking.
) is in the puddin’ club. 
