*Dirmby strips off his shirt and the belt that holds his knives. He readjusts the belt diagonally accross his chest, stashes the knifes in it, and pulls the shirt back on. Then he begins looking around. He goes back into the alley and comes back, a bit of a stink following him.* Hah! Rotten fruit! I'll just stick this with the stuff so that the effect's real. *Dirmby dumps the moldy, fly ridden apples and peaches and pears in the bush with the weapons.* -- The Hunt for Warpeye

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The ferret guard puts his arm around Fik's shoulders and grins. Well me pretty, I dunno how ye came t'be that way, but ye shore are short. But that's good, because short ladies are me favorites, heh heh heh! He pauses, takes Fik's paw, and kisses it daintily. You're enchanterin', m'dear. (NT)	The Ferret Guard	15:20:33 07/16/04 Fri