ROTFL, Part II

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From How Boromir Didn't Die:

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Both looked back towards the hall as laughter sounded, in time to see Boromir emerging from one of the doors. He caught sight of the pair almost immediately and meandered over to them. My lady, he said with a slight bow as he drew near, surely it is not appropriate to be alone with a man like this.
As Spades buried her face in her hands, Hamilton shook his head. She has chaperones, he muttered, ignoring the foul language emerging from beneath small hands. Show him, short-arse.
Boromir looked scandalised, but backed off as she rose. My chaperones, he says, she growled. You mean the knives Captain Brooks doesnt want to know about?
Yeah. Those. The one you used to gut that ugly dude particularly. Its my favourite, he added as an aside to Boromir.
It was indeed a nice knife, Boromir appeared to agree. This could, on the other hand, have been because a demonstration swipe had come, in a very controlled manner, far too close for comfort to ridding him of the problem of providing his father the grandchildren he seemed to want.

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Ties in to the same author's Things SG Teams Are No Longer Allowed To Do SkippyList, and Vathara's incredible On A Fiery Steed.--
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R!
DOROTHY!
WAYNERIGHT!
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Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.