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SomeGuy sits upon one of the many pieces of food that the cat, Choc, has digested. He looks up from his banjo playing and watches as more Ironworkers befall the same fate as he did many years ago.
"Choc eat you guys too? Wow. Small world. I've been stuck here forever! I had to eat my penguins to survive..."
SomeGuy seemed to be silent for some time, as if praying for his lost comrades before looking back down at his banjo and plucking the strings a few times before looking back up as if an idea has struck his little teenage brain.
"Say! We should work together to get out of here! Besides, it's starting to smell like mold in here... and that acid burnt my shoes off. I need new shoes. Could you live with the thought that you were denying a kid shoes?"
He tapped his hairy, shoeless foot and grinned. He put his banjo in away and pointed up towards the esophogus.
"Seeing as we can't get out of here by going... uh.. down. Let's try going back up?"
[ 12-14-2004, 10:27 PM: Message edited by: SomeGuy ]
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