(This message was edited by pita on 01-19-03 @ 12:55 am EST)
Pita strolls in, fashionably late, lute case in hand. He adjusts his belt and dagger. In the corner her opens his lute case, lovingly raising the honey-colored insturment to his waist as he bends down to close the case. Carefully and quietly tuning the strings, he quietly starts singing his newest song:
Odious Goat
Odious Goat
What have you recently digested?
Odious Goat
Odious Goat
It's like a methane factory near you.
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strolls in, fashionably late, lute case in hand. He adjusts his belt and dagger. In the corner her opens his lute case, lovingly raising the honey-colored insturment to his waist as he bends down to close the case. Carefully and quietly tuning the strings, he quietly starts singing his newest song:
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