>  > 
 >  >  >  >  > Gee, I could have used that warning a week
ago... I should
 >  >  >  >  > never trust th  that comes out
of those monks mouths...
 >  >  >  >  > and really... WHAT IS THA SMELL?!?!
 >  >  >  > 
 >  >  >  > 
 >  >  >  > Oh never, ever trust a monk...or the Head Cheeze
for that matter
 >  >  >  > either. Especially when they are trying to pawn
Chuck's Chili off
 >  >  >  > on you. Only a mon would claim that Chuck Boswell used fresh
 >  >  >  > ingredients.
 >  >  >  > 
 >  >  > 
 >  >  > Those fast-talking, good for nothing monks... they did it to me
 >  >  > again... So, do I even want to know what it was that I ate, if it
 >  >  > wasn't chili?
 >  >  > 
 >  >  
 >  > Snickers.
 >  > 

 > 
 > Well, it looked like snickers... it had nuts, but it didn't quite taste
 > like it... oh dear... I think I'm going to... umf... wheres the toilet
 > around here?? 

My you do have an overactive imagination. It was a snickers. The monks find
they can sneak past your defenses better than by chanting or just smacking you
upside the head with a rather heavy book.

No my friend, you won't need a toilet for the monk's snickers....for Chuck's
Chili or anything else you imbibe over at the Diner, yes. But that is another
story about the other end, so to speak.


Flip.
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