Kuruharan, you nasty Shade. Get your greedy hands off my platter of mushrooms! Glares nastily.
Then discovers that a dead spider has been flung across the room and, by chance, landed in the middle of her plate.
Twenty yards, my hairy foot. More like forty. And it may not have hit some person, but it did hit my plate!
Hey, WHO did that? Sees Frodo cowering in the corner.
Ah, ha! It's just a crazy Baggins. What else do you expect?
Shakes head in bewilderment.
[ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]
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