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Corpus Cacophonous
Join Date: Jan 2003
Location: A green and pleasant land
Posts: 8,390
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The Saucepan Man sat up and sleepily rubbed his eyes. Looking round, he rubbed his eyes again, but this time in amazement. Heren-Istarion was still asleep on his sofa. Shrugging his shoulders, he remarked to himself "Must have though that it was a sleep-over party".
Recalling the events of the previous evening, he frowned as he thought of the ferocious Wargs and, worst still, the "West Ham-1 Chelsea-0" scoreline that had inexplicably popped into his head. Then, a broad smile crept across his face as he remembered the paper/comb and pan beating combo that he had participated in. Hoping for more merriment in a similar vein, he wandered out into the Great Hall, only to trip over a rather irate Yellow Chicken that was frantically jumping up and down and squawking furiously. [ May 04, 2003: Message edited by: The Saucepan Man ]
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