"Hmmm..." said Gilidorfus, "I heard that General Confusion and the Oxymorons were quite busy terrorizing the general populace in Timbuktu. So what in the world would they be doing in a nowhere place like Gastronia? And tartgeting archaeologists? I know that we are pretty close to the NauSea, but even pirates wouldn't target an archaeologist... unless of course he had something they wanted. I assume that is why you've called us here?"
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Slàn agus beannachd, Allen R. Alderman
'S i Alba tìr mo chridhe. 'S i Gàidhlig cànan m' anama. Scotland is the land of my heart. Gaelic is the language of my soul.
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Phartripper thinks it not wise at this moment to share his exact knowledge and intent....
Gentlemen in time I will tell you why you are here, but right now we might have more pressing issues at hand...
Again Phartripper turns his attention to the fat lady and studies her carefully.
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I support the separation of church and hate!
IMAGINATION - the freest and largest nation in the world!
One can not profess to be of "GOD" and show intolerence and prejudice towards the beliefs of others.
Am fear nach gleidh na h–airm san t–sith, cha bhi iad aige ’n am a’ chogaidh. He that keeps not his arms in time of peace will have none in time of war.
"We're all in this together , in the parking lot between faith and fear" ... O.C.M.S.
“Beasts feed; man eats; only the man of intellect knows how to eat well.”
"Without food we are nothing, without history we are lost." - SHADOWS
Is iomadh duine laghach a mhill an Creideamh. Religion has spoiled many a good man.
Jesdone was in shock. We should help her. ....... shouldn't we?
Phartripper grabbed the sleeve of his jacket and pulled him to his feet. As they ran for the back door, Jes turned and ran back in the direction of the blue lady. But after some curses and calls from the other two men, they saw he was only fetching his boots. When he reached the back door, he said, I wouldn't want to get my feet wet. I might catch a cold.
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"I am a Canadian by birth, but I am a Highlander by blood and feel under an obligation to do all I can for the sake of the Highlanders and their literature.... I have never yet spoken a word of English to any of my children. They can speak as much English as they like to others, but when they talk to me they have to talk in Gaelic."
-Alexander Maclean Sinclair of Goshen (protector of Gaelic Culture)
Gilidorfus was in shock! Phartripper wanted to just abandon the pasta lady who was obviously choking! And he was equally suprised to see the other man run back in. He was getting to ready to ask Phartripper what was really going on when the other man came back out with his boots. "I'll go along for now," he thought as he followed the archaeologist's lead, "but he'd better have a good explanation for all of this! And soon!"
Lifting his leg to mark his territory, Damd Dog stared and snarled as the group of one, two... um, one, two... um, darn it, I wish dogs could count beyond two, as a group of people dashed past.
Humans must want to play he thought.
Then he spied a second group. At the lead was a human he know all too well, dressed in white with a greasy, stained apron, wielding a cleaver and wearing those dreaded boots that were all too often aimed at Damd Dog's ribs.
Yipe
Damd Dog tried to hide behind the trash bins that lined the alley, but misjudged the space. After all, he WAS just a growing puppy and his now 90 lb frame wouldn't fit into the little puppy hiding spaces he'd used only weeks before. The cans tumbled, rolling into the path of the pursuers.
The hated human with the hurtful boots tripped over the first of the cans, and the waitress fell on top of him.
Neat trick Damd Dog thought as, tail wagging wildly, he dashed off to chase the first group of playful humans.
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"You can't run with the big dogs if you still pee like a puppy".
Damn! The dog barked as he said it. Now they've set the dogs on us.
The trio ran for a good five minutes, which is quite a feat, even with boots on, when fatigue started to force reason to the surface. Phartripper, we've been running now, for ten minutes. Although this would have been great fun in my youth, right now, I only want to know where, if there is a where, are we going? The dog had caught up a while back, but simply ran beside the three. Or ran accross the three, nearly tripping them, as dogs do when they're playful. Every time someone yelled at the damned dog, he seemed to get even more rambunctious.
Damd Dog liked the smell of these people. They smelled like good food and faintly of good living. Of course Damd Dog didn't know much about good living, but they seemed like GOOOOD people.
They even know my name, and they run good, too. At least, they run good for humans.
A ship? Now we're talking. The thought of being out on the seas again gave Jes a newfound resolve, and so he found his second wind. Which he guessed he had lost somewhere around his early teens.
The Nausea had claimed the contents of many lesser men's bellies, but Jes had braved it more times than he could remember.
yar, slipped out of his mouth, and he hoped no one had heard him, or just took it as a random noise to go with his panting.
The Dog was starting to grow on him. No, not literally. It's goofy ways, and large clumsy paws showed that it was just a pup yet. Jesdone simply could not resist a puppy. Better than a parot, if he did say so himself.
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Out of all the noise and clatter of the chase, the garbage cans , the barking dog, the running feet and the curses of their pursuers, Phartripper heard a sound that made him cringe....
No it could not be, was one of these chosen by him a spy, an achillies heel, an... an... follower of the Oxymoron's....
Phartripper decided to lead this group a little out of the way to be sure!