"Um, guys? We got a ship on approach identifying itself as the S.S. Roaring Mouse, out of the, um, Duchy of Grand Fenwick. They're asking for landing clearance and are wondering if we have any supplies of wine on board..."
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.