*Reed is up outta his seat, his buddie had fled to the cooks office. His old cutlass in a deah grip in his paw, and a evil grin slowly smothers reeds scarred face* Finally, cullies, dar be some action r'ound 'ere *He goes off into mad laughter, slightly working him self into a frenzie while dancing around, extreamly joyfull* -- The Hunt for Warpeye

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Subject: *Reed is up outta his seat, his buddie had fled to the cooks office. His old cutlass in a deah grip in his paw, and a evil grin slowly smothers reeds scarred face* Finally, cullies, dar be some action r'ound 'ere *He goes off into mad laughter, slightly working him self into a frenzie while dancing around, extreamly joyfull*

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Date Posted: 19:44:39 11/06/03 Thu
In reply to: Swiftstream Brooktail 's message, "And now, for something completely different..." on 17:03:49 11/05/03 Wed

>OOC Narratorish: The feast plows on, for at least
>another hour. Gizzzsh finally gives up on eating
>beasts and resigns himself to gnawing on a table. The
>otters of the holt just seem to get even more loud and
>garrulous. It looks like things are going to be fab...
>
>Until...
>
>BIC: BLOODY **************************** AND A *****
>ON THE SIDE!!!!! *Swift returns from his outside walk
>with an arrow sticking in his leg. He swears like
>only a boat captain can, sits down, and roars.* A
>MEDIC, IF ANY OF YOU PLEASE!

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Mickle walks over to Swift. So, matey, how many are there?	Mickle	20:54:44 11/06/03 Thu