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5 posts. Alias of Limeylongears.


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FINALLY, they let me out! Me, Squeaky One-Fang of the Nineteen Toes, kept in durance vile by the Titans for nearly a fortnight, but finally UNLEASHED ON A WORLD UNPREPARED FOR MY RAW, UNBRIDLED SAVAGERY, for around 15 minutes, anyway, until I got fed up and wanted to go back inside for a snooze on the sofa and some more tickles


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Sneaker: I'm going to wait for a momentary lapse in attention from the Titan and then leap up onto the counter and attempt to scoff his breakfast, even though I've already had mine.

Squeaker: Well, I'm just going to YELL and YELL and YELL and YELL and YEEEEEELLLLLLL, and then I'm going to sidle up to your blind side and bap you on the head


Squeaker: I like to POUNCE!!!
Sneaker: On me, when I'm comfortably asleep, or enjoying cuddles with the Titans.

If you want bother, remember that I'm bigger than you.


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Due to a broken-down train, the Titan came back very late from fencing last night, just in time to thwart our raid on the food waste recycling bin. Thinking to stymie future attempts, he then put a tub full of soaking shirts on the top and left the room.

We knocked the whole thing over immediately, of course, meaning he had to come back in and mop the floor dry when he really, really wanted to go to bed.

Serves him right.


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Today was mainly spent questing for the legendary, carbonised LEG OF VECNA Editor's note: this assumes that Vecna was a roast chicken, which, canonically, at least, does not appear to be the case , engulphed in flaming fire, then secreted in a massy chest and locked inside a keep of dire proportions by a cruel, unfeeling giant who refuses to let us run riot in the Halls of Infinite Nourishment. We failed, but by Koth, we will keep trying, no matter what the odds.