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Subject: Ma mad life- feat'rin' da one'n'only Cymber Ornery

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Cymber Ornery, SS, rambling vole

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Date Posted: 09:46:45 04/12/06 Wed

'Lo dere. A be Cymber, Cymber Ornery, vole. Vole fr'm da Slipp'ry Sneaks, as 't 'appens.
A come fr'm a big-hooge-giant fam'ly, o'voles, nat'r'lly. A 'ave a score'n'two o'brovvers'n'sistas. Dey oll bees 'ere wiff me at Redwoll, but dey dinna join DAB. I gotsa Mammy'n'Pappy, 'n' dey be 'ere as well. Mammy's a big-tall-fat Mammy, but she nice 'n' make good mushrum stoo. But nobeast make a betta deeper'n'eva pah den me, Mammy sed so. Pappy make boats, big hooge boats. I be his kiddy numba... um... seventeen. But, y'know, ma sista Gaibly, she sed she wos numba sev'nteen, an' A wos eighteen. Dat wos orful ov 'er! An' so den A had to...
*While Cymber starts to babble, you take a good look at him. He's short, stocky, and rather ugly, with smallish eyes and a potbelly. He's wearing a badly-knitted smock, which might have originally been clean and purply, but is now more like some sort of walking trash collector. He also has a large, dusty-green beret perched on his head, with a grey feather sticking precariously out of the top.*
Ennywehs, A wos born in Redwoll. Luvly place 't is. Vurry good food 'ere, too. R'min's me about...

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