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Subject: *Swift sighs.* Well, arch-nemesis got Mick on account o' Mick wantin' to go on point scoutin'... They captured him, and Warpeye an' his seer musta worked some magic on him... Made him like their own personal killin' slave. We gotta find Mick an' give 'im a good bonk on the 'ead to set 'is brains back in place. *He looks around and grins.* Course... Mick's brains was always a bit unsettled... Heh... *He begins to mutter slightly as he begins walking to the town again.* Dunno about a bonk to 'is noggin' settin' 'im straight a piece, to be honest.. What set me straight was Skipper o' Otters whoopin' on me, an' Foremole talkin' to me... Mayap I can woop on Mick an' talk to 'im in Molespeech t'set 'im right... | |
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Date Posted: 17:52:07 10/14/04 Thu In reply to: Swift 's message, "*Swift bashes Rudd over the back of his head.* You also ferget that we're on a rescue mission an' a mission o' vengeance. Crazy talkin' weasel by name o' Warpeye stealin' our mate Mickle? *He shakes his head and looks at Kit.* Don't'cha learn nothing, liddle Kit? Can't trust this buffoon t'answer anythin' proper." on 20:14:01 10/13/04 Wed [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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