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Tue Mar 14, 2017 6:50 pm
Kelpies says...



But the flour bag's already in my mouth...
We are who we are, and if someone has a problem with that; that's their problem not ours.
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Tue Mar 14, 2017 6:58 pm
Brigadier says...



*sighs*
*goes back to working*

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LMS VI: Lunch Appointment with Death






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Tue Mar 14, 2017 7:16 pm
Kelpies says...



*Wonders why the bag tastes funny*
We are who we are, and if someone has a problem with that; that's their problem not ours.
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Tue Mar 14, 2017 7:41 pm
Brigadier says...



really??????

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Tue Mar 14, 2017 7:48 pm
PrincessInk says...



Spit out the bag! Quick!
always daydreaming, always clumsy





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Tue Mar 14, 2017 8:58 pm
Featherstone says...



*facepalm*
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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Tue Mar 14, 2017 9:06 pm
Featherstone says...



Why the face palm? Because Kelp is eating a flour bag that tastes funny
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The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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Tue Mar 14, 2017 9:13 pm
Kelpies says...



*Gnaws on the bag like a dog on a bone*
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Tue Mar 14, 2017 9:19 pm
Featherstone says...



*gnaws on a bone like Kelpies on the bag*
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Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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Tue Mar 14, 2017 9:32 pm
Brigadier says...



i meant why to kelp's actions

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Tue Mar 14, 2017 9:35 pm
Featherstone says...



Oh, ok. That makes more sense. *continues gnawing on bone*
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Tue Mar 14, 2017 9:41 pm
SacredPen says...



Perpetual motion.
"Why do I need money to live? Can't I just, like, photosynthesize or something?"





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Tue Mar 14, 2017 9:48 pm
Featherstone says...



*nom*
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Tue Mar 14, 2017 10:00 pm
Brigadier says...



who is that

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LMS VI: Lunch Appointment with Death









It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien