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Hookbill the Goomba · 01-25-2006, 03:18 PM

Hookbill looked from side to side, trying to avoid the gaze of the Dwarf. Yet his eyes were like two colossal black holes sucking all points in the room towards them, meaning that no matter where he looked, he was always pulled back to the dwarf. He shifted his weight uncomfortably. "I’m not too good with dwarves, let me check the textbook." he lifted the large volume suspiciously close to his face and then swiftly slammed it shut.

Hookbill shook his head and then took out the magnifying glass. "Now, lets have a look at that..." he paused, "cat?"

"Its a beard, you dribbling idiot!" cried Fléin, "now get on with it!"

"Beard," echoed Hookbill, "I must write that down. So, how long have you had this... 'beard'."

"..." Said Fléin.

"That long, eh?" Hookbill took another 'read' of the textbook, "well, it seems to me that you may have a condition we doctors call, Gimli's chin." Fléin cocked his head and studied the sweating face of Hookbill who was suspiciously writing things down on his clipboard. He muttered something about 7 across.

"Look, Doctor," began Fléin but Hookbill fell over. Stumbling to his feet, the little man took refuge behind a small wastepaper basket and began sobbing gently. "I'm sorry," continued Fléin, "I didn't mean to startle you." Hookbill rose and came to his desk.

"Now, I must just take a listen," Hookbill said as he picked up a stethoscope, "I think this works," he held one end to the dwarf's head and listened.

"This is ridiculous." said Fléin.

"Ah ha!" cried Hookbill, "I know exactly what the problem is!" the dwarf waited patiently, "talking brain syndrome!" Hookbill mentally patted himself on the back. That sounded good enough. It would have convinced him. Fléin raised an eyebrow as Hookbill nervously wrote something on his paper and then looked up. He smiled weakly and then continued, "This will require some surgery."

"You're not serious?" said Fléin standing up.

"Oh I wish I was." Hookbill lead the dwarf to the door and opened it, "the operating theatre is around here somewhere. Go and find it, there’s a good chap!" Fléin gladly left the office and Hookbill dashed to the window and tried to open it.

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Hookbill the Goomba Alive without breath Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: On A Cold Wind To Valhalla Posts: 5,912	Hookbill looked from side to side, trying to avoid the gaze of the Dwarf. Yet his eyes were like two colossal black holes sucking all points in the room towards them, meaning that no matter where he looked, he was always pulled back to the dwarf. He shifted his weight uncomfortably. "I’m not too good with dwarves, let me check the textbook." he lifted the large volume suspiciously close to his face and then swiftly slammed it shut. Hookbill shook his head and then took out the magnifying glass. "Now, lets have a look at that..." he paused, "cat?" "Its a beard, you dribbling idiot!" cried Fléin, "now get on with it!" "Beard," echoed Hookbill, "I must write that down. So, how long have you had this... 'beard'." "..." Said Fléin. "That long, eh?" Hookbill took another 'read' of the textbook, "well, it seems to me that you may have a condition we doctors call, Gimli's chin." Fléin cocked his head and studied the sweating face of Hookbill who was suspiciously writing things down on his clipboard. He muttered something about 7 across. "Look, Doctor," began Fléin but Hookbill fell over. Stumbling to his feet, the little man took refuge behind a small wastepaper basket and began sobbing gently. "I'm sorry," continued Fléin, "I didn't mean to startle you." Hookbill rose and came to his desk. "Now, I must just take a listen," Hookbill said as he picked up a stethoscope, "I think this works," he held one end to the dwarf's head and listened. "This is ridiculous." said Fléin. "Ah ha!" cried Hookbill, "I know exactly what the problem is!" the dwarf waited patiently, "talking brain syndrome!" Hookbill mentally patted himself on the back. That sounded good enough. It would have convinced him. Fléin raised an eyebrow as Hookbill nervously wrote something on his paper and then looked up. He smiled weakly and then continued, "This will require some surgery." "You're not serious?" said Fléin standing up. "Oh I wish I was." Hookbill lead the dwarf to the door and opened it, "the operating theatre is around here somewhere. Go and find it, there’s a good chap!" Fléin gladly left the office and Hookbill dashed to the window and tried to open it. Last edited by Hookbill the Goomba; 01-26-2006 at 08:22 AM.