Encard looks very confused. "Put what away? I don't think I'm holding anything. Am I? I'm not sure..." Encard looks around. The footsteps are now very close.
OOC: It would be nice if someone would fill in who or what is making the footsteps. I can't really think of anything/anyone so far...
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Bow down to the Weasels of Apocalypse! RaBid Fruit Trees! RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!! Miniature Exploding Demonic Demons of Doom, Death and Desruction!
[This message has been edited by Encard (edited 08-31-2001).]