Hello Carol.

08 Aug 04 15:09, you wrote to me:

 MG>> [A deathly silence falls over the halls of MC&D. Somewhere
in the dist
 MG>> there is the sound of footsteps hurriedly scurrying and doors opening
 MG>> and shutting...]

 CS> After a long rant, a little pitter patter of tiny feets is heard entering
 CS> the largely empty chamber to squeak softly:

 CS> You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As they

[...]

 CS> beyond the laws of physics that we know. Then the little feets pitter
 CS> patter away after the mouse has made it's roar...

[Sgt. Stubby MacPherson listens patiently, chin resting on the hilt of his
broadsword...]

Och, ais thaat the best yu can du, lassie?

Everywone wit' a half a Clue knows thaat wot yu joost posted here
can be found all ovar tha' bloody internet.  Oh, aye; ait
takes a /reeal/ genius tu cut an' paste a page o' text...

Tha dwarves are /nout/ impressed. If ye wont tu laern tu drivel, yu need to
learn aboout originalitie. Or nout; an' instead avail yorselv ov' tha echo
exit, via tha' JoBob Morgan Memorial Privy an' Escape Chute


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