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You may post in this thread as much as you want, as long as you BRING ME A SHRUBBERY!!
This message was last edited by the GM at 18:54, Wed 05 Apr 2006.

You must now bring me...

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ANOTHER SHRUBBERY!!!!

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.... And chop down this mighty oak with.... A HERRING!

"We are no longer the Nights who say 'ni' we now say... blah blah" What do they say?

Look, I'm only doing me job. I have to show you how to defend yourselves against fresh fruit.

What about pointy sticks?

Oh, and they say something on the order of "eky eky eky ptang zoom boing mumble mumble" Or that's what I hear, anyway.

*nods in agreement with Germ* Yeah, that's about what I remember hearing too...

Heath, can't the Holy Hand Grenade defend me against fresh fruit? Or does it only work on the deadly monster in the cave?

We must consult the Book of the Holy Hand Grenade on that matter.

*consults the Book* Let's see... "... and you shall count to three..." no, that's detonation... waitaminute! This is only about how to detonate the Holy Hand Grenade! We need the one that says what it does...

You sure there isn't more in that book?

You're looking in the wrong book. You want the Book of Armaments. Look for the place where they were feasting on anything and everything.

What if I just want to eat the herring?

Whoa, I didn't expect the Spanish Inquisition!

Welcome!

Thank you, but-

(just then, 3 men in red robes burst in)

NOBODY EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION!

Our weapon is surprise and fear. No, our two chief weapons are suprise, and fear, as well as an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope, and torture. Ugh! Amoungst our chief weaponry- I'll come back later.

(They walk out)

Run away!

Biggles, bring out... THE COMFY CHAIR!

I can't run away, I have to go to my job.....AS A LUMBERJACK!