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"Some call me Neb...... Neb the spammer" *blows something up with magic*
"Well, Neb the spammer, I am king Glorf of castle Spam-a-lot. We seek the holy tin of spam."
"Beware! The tin is guarded by a dread beast!"
*Sir Brucelot steps forward.* "What sort of beast?"
"A horrible creature! It looks like this!" *does imitation of horrible monster*
"Where is this beast?"
"It's over there!" *points to beast*
*knights of the Spam table see a cute little Lioness*
"Hah! We can take that easily!" *proclaimed by Sir Bruce*
"I'll guard the rear!" *said brave, brave Lady Epona*
(Someone else take over now [img]tongue.gif[/img] )
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