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"Maaary's not ah bean, she's ah broccoli! D=" you whisper to Fooruman. His eyes narrow with rage and hatred. He glances towards a piece of furniture on the other side of the room, makes a short movement with his hand, and you hear a small splintering noise.
"Maaary, one think there's ah scratch ohn yondah furniture!" he exclaims, shocked.
"Deaaary myself, one cracking jolly well goh use one's evil British powers to fix that. Steay here noh!" she says as she gets up and walks over to the scratched surface.
Last edited by Radium; Jul 27, 2004 at 01:24 PM.
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