That's not banter. I grew up with three brothers and no sisters - this is banter:
"HEY STRADDO - 9.5pts from a ruck is bloody hopeless, you might as well picked a one winged duck. Hell, my ruck is running on two cement legs and he still managed that in a quarter! Not only that, those Radelaide monkeys cut their #1 ruck just to hammer home some ludicrous notion that they don't need one against your fella. Imagine that, 9.5pts against no one. That's a bloody great embarrassment if I ever saw one - that's worse than waking up at school without any pants on. That's like having your former girlfriend dump you for Daniel Chick!"
Etc.
