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Originally posted by turbovee:
*Slowly tilting his head back to enjoy the rather exceptional brew he conjured for himself. From the corner of his eye he notices that a Pit Fiend is chewing on his robe.* "NOW I KNOW YOU'RE NOT CHEWING ON MY ROBE THAT'S THE FINEST SILK THAT MONEY CAN BUY! NOT TO MENTION ITS ENCHANTMENTS!" I rumble with authority, "Jericum salisucre hynefibol" *POOF* One Pit fiend is quickly transformed into a dung beetle! "Well I guess my tailor will have to fix this again." *Sigh*
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Woohoo! Hey CB! Turbo has lost his robe!! LOL! Always wanted to see what elf legs looked like. Woohoo!
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