*Gizzzsh, now drunk, is even more aggressive in his attacks on Swift. The river otter captain chucks a bowl at the rabid otter, grabs another chair and breaks it over Gizzzsh's back, and runs up to the front of the hall. Hiding behind Brodd, he mutters.* Righto, Rudd's pap. I pulled your offspring out of a fine mess plenty of times... As you can see, Gizzzsh o'er there's taken a bit o' a liking to me legs and neck and such. Can you call off said rabid otter? I'd be much obliged. -- The Hunt for Warpeye

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Mickle grins at the others, pours the hotroot sauce/soup into his bowl, then swallows a huge mouthful. Much to the hillarity of everyone, he forces it down, his face turning bright red. WHEW!!! That's spicy! I like it! Swallows another mouthful.	Mickle	14:52:59 10/30/03 Thu