The Saucepan Man smiled at Niluial and Donlammenion, happy to have made their acquaintance.
“Saucepan Man, are you a presenter?” Niluial asked with a curious face.
"Inventor? No, certainly not. What makes you think that?"
Niluial stared blankly at him as Sophia the Thunder Mistress came over and greeted them.
"My dear, Sophia! How on Middle Earth are you, my friend?" he said.
Noticing her eyeing the mirrorball and the magical pot doubtfully, he added "Oh, just my little way of contributing to the party. I am hoping to find someone to put the mirrorball up on the dance-floor, while the pot is always helpful when food supplies start running low. But only I know the magic word."
He tapped his nose with his finger conspiratorially, his pots and pans clattering mometarily as he did so.
[ May 02, 2003: Message edited by: The Saucepan Man ]
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