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Subject: **Swift tuts at Ruddingy as he joins him in the kitchen.** Usin' a recipe... Can't remember 'ow t'make any drinks... Pah, I say! **With that, he rummages through the cupboards, looking for dried shrimp and hotroot, in addition to cooking pots and the like.**

Author: Swift

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 18:55:06 12/02/04 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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*Kit wanders into the living room, leaving the others standing in the corridor. She glares at the large oak table that dominates the rooms centre and starts dragging around chairs. Noticing there's not going to be enough she trots over to the kitchen.* 'Lo folks! Any stool or seatin' type things in 'ere at all? (NT)	Kit	02:22:21 12/03/04 Fri
Pah's right mate. I can't remember a thing when it comes to ingredients. Course this here's a flamingly old recipe. Been handed down through the generations it has! Not a greatly rememberin bunch, my family. Why I remember ol' uncle Claudius, I'd always thought that was a rather odd name for an otter, anyways, he'd always be forgettin things! He once left me out in a field for a good three days when I was just a tiny kit. Boy did he get a thumpin when they'd found me. I'll tell ya, he remembered that one he did. I'm actually quite lucky that it's only ingredients I can't remeber. Why, if it were worse who knows where I could be... *Rudd crawls into a large cupboard in persuit of a large bag of hotroot pepper,.* (NT) -- Rudd, 17:32:30 12/03/04 Fri