Encard tucks the blue thing (now known to be a stuffed blew bunny) away in one of his many pouches. he stares out the window for a moment, then says, "Thanks for getting rid of the corpses. They would probably have started to smell in a bit... hmm.... I wonder where we are..."
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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).]