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I dont know what a granade is - clearly it goes BOOM to little effect.


Throws a GRENADE at Dracula's mother - made of silver and designed to create cross shaped shrapnel.


Settles back to watch the fun.


I do miss Mrs Dobbin, the newbies (aka the Reception Class) wont remember her and will be too busy twittering on about cigar butts and dog poo; but I remember her.

Gathers up 'nads and by the magic of The Quiet Room re-attaches them. Applies VERY BIG plaster.


Collapses is fave chair, roots around in behind the cushion and finds a very ancient copy of Razzle - "Are there you are DM, in your youth on page 5 ....... and pages 6,7, 8 and 9. Before you met James, you needed the money, with a child to support. We understand. You were quite .... flexible back in your youth"


Violence and porn. Kel - this IS the Quiet Room.

Well it's nothing terribly exciting to brag about and certainly I have to watch myself in the presence of my boss in case he goes getting ideas that I'm seeking employment elsewhere blah blah blah... but given as it's my own free time and I'm not offically representing my company but offering my professional skills to such an unorganised company (altho charging for the services) *breathes* do u really wanna know? Do ya? ;-)

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