Mummy, he's picking on me!

No worries, I'm all mouth, no trousers.

That's not a pun, Oliver.

I expected more from you.

The pun is hidden in the esoteric number code that you just haven't unravelled. Have yourself a big fat FAIL. :)

Oh... Okay.. Oh yeah... I see now... yeah.. Good one!

(like DJ's pants after a night of fisting, you're full of shit).

No pun :(

If people keep stitching each other up like this some sort of alteration will happen.