*OTP finally makes it over to the ORT headquarters. He looks around quickly and breaks into a big grin.* Hey Beaumanoir, I love what you've done with this place. I think we should make you the ORT Chief Architect!
*OTP quickly stops talking and seems to sniff the air.
He then shakes his head, as if he had imagined something.* For a moment there I though I caugh the distinct scent of the dasterdly Red Jaw Piranna in the air. But that can't be, no one is silly enough to mess with those deviously little buggers. Well no one except the most devious of practical jokers.
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Founding Member of The Order of Royal Toads