*Swift looks panicked at first, but catches on and begins yelling back in a similar voice to Rudd's as he makes his way to the door and leans his weight upon it.* Oh yeah, yeah! Aye! There ain't no shrews in 'ere. There was one went runnin' down t'road 'ways, an' he wanned t'ide 'ere, but we says to him we says, "No sir we don't 'arbor crimnals we're 'onest beasts not t'get mixed up wit' th'likes o you!" That's what we says an' 'e off an runned up the roadways aways. Aye, s'truth an' I swears on me mater's everlastin' soul! -- The Hunt for Warpeye

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The drunk mouse on the floor looks up at the sound of Reed crashing through the window. He frowns at the eccentric otter. Blimey... Looks like they're comin' in, th' mob is... Wunner where that shrew is... The gold hitting the table captures his attention next. He blinks a little blearily at it and says in a voice rather too loud for the occasion. Oi, there's another shrew right here's got a lot o' gold on 'im... Maybe if we give some t'those beasts outside they'd stop a hammerin' an' a bangin' on th'doors. Let's gimmem th'gold c'mon! Be a nice shrew an' take pity on a woebegone sailor such's m'self! (NT)	Drunken Mouse	17:33:57 04/28/04 Wed