Thomas Phipps: Lots and lots, of course.
Oli GG: LOADS. In a non sexual way, of course. LOADS. Lots and lots and LOTS. Put my down for LOADS MORE than anyone else in the planet. Seriously. Seriously, seriously. And put in a comment about your ass, too.
Jam-In-My-Porridge: I love you lots.
Steve: Lace me.
Bertie: Sooooo much.
Roxy: More than Jesus, ie. not a lot.
Kris: I LOBE YOU LOADS.
Mike: Urm. I don't know. Oh, alright. I love you lots, BUT not as much as I love Emma. Now, that'll get everyone talking.
Oli Gill: I don't. You're a filthy whore. (he then changes tack) I love you ALMOST as much as Oli loves Steve. Come feel my apricots, they're waiting here for you.
Joe: ----------------------. That much.
Hannah T: I love you this much *stretches arms as wide as they will go, and does a big scary smile*.
Fati: As much as I love Yorkie Bars. Mmmm, Yorkie Bars.
Lauren: Not at all. Loads. Why?
Will: Is this a trick question?
I shall be asking the rest of you little magpies tomorrow.
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