GSaddict: Sorry about the delay, but I was dealing with the cough masses
of reviews... but for those of you that did review, well done have a cookie
and give yourself a pack on the back, I'm still looking for a muse so if
anyone could suggest any one I would be thankful.
GScrew: Let us out! please!
Gsaddict: Quiet you lot, and on with the fic...
Story so far...read previous chapters! MDAMD: So representatives 1 and 2 have failed us...
Ringwraith: Yeah, now can I have my tea break
MDAMD: No! send in... representatives 6and 7, BWAHAHAHA...
Ringwraith: sorry to bother you but wouldn't it be more logical to send in representatives 3 and 4?
MDAMD: (still laughing manically) BWAHAHA...huh? Don't you lecture me about logic, and get back to work or I'll fire you, and get me a cup of tea and a sweet biscuit.
In Weyard...
Representative 6: one moment, wouldn't it be more logical to send...
Representative 7: don't even start, just get out the file on the poor unfortunate soul we will be crushing today.
Representative 6: Uhhh, well I have Garet's and Sheba, Sheba? I once had a cat called Sheba but then she was run over by a bus...
Representative 7: We'll leave Sheba to the Marketors, we'll handle Garet, (lightening flashes...)
Outside Garet's house...after lunch...
Garet: Yessss, we have the cheese, it's ours,...and (the rest of Garet's words are largely untranslatable, if they were the would cause great irreversible mental damage to the general public.)
Representative 6: Good Day sir
Garet: rambles, a lot
Representative 6: (Screams with mental agony, and snaps to a mindless idiot)
Representative 7: amateur(sighs) Mr. Garet we know that your temporal stupidity and idiocy is just and act...
Garet: Ok how did you find out...
Representative 7: Your song, cheese is good, when written backwards details a plan of a nuclear weapons program.
Garet: Damn I was hoping you wouldn't find out...
Representative 7: we also know about your tastes...
Garet: Which one...
Representative 7: Let's just say we can organise that night with Piers...with the leather armour, leather boots, leather gloves and the tamers whip...
Garet: (Drools in sick and thankfully private fantasy land) could there be golden syrup involved....
Representative 7: I'll see what we can do... just sign here
Garet: Right away(signs)
Narrator type person: will Garet have golden syrup, will the Marketors get Sheba, and will my trousers get ironed... Find out later...
Gsaddict: Well that all for now, I off to the South of France so see ya all you losers who are still stuck in school and remember to review, I will know...
GScrew: Let us out! please!
Gsaddict: Quiet you lot, and on with the fic...
Story so far...read previous chapters! MDAMD: So representatives 1 and 2 have failed us...
Ringwraith: Yeah, now can I have my tea break
MDAMD: No! send in... representatives 6and 7, BWAHAHAHA...
Ringwraith: sorry to bother you but wouldn't it be more logical to send in representatives 3 and 4?
MDAMD: (still laughing manically) BWAHAHA...huh? Don't you lecture me about logic, and get back to work or I'll fire you, and get me a cup of tea and a sweet biscuit.
In Weyard...
Representative 6: one moment, wouldn't it be more logical to send...
Representative 7: don't even start, just get out the file on the poor unfortunate soul we will be crushing today.
Representative 6: Uhhh, well I have Garet's and Sheba, Sheba? I once had a cat called Sheba but then she was run over by a bus...
Representative 7: We'll leave Sheba to the Marketors, we'll handle Garet, (lightening flashes...)
Outside Garet's house...after lunch...
Garet: Yessss, we have the cheese, it's ours,...and (the rest of Garet's words are largely untranslatable, if they were the would cause great irreversible mental damage to the general public.)
Representative 6: Good Day sir
Garet: rambles, a lot
Representative 6: (Screams with mental agony, and snaps to a mindless idiot)
Representative 7: amateur(sighs) Mr. Garet we know that your temporal stupidity and idiocy is just and act...
Garet: Ok how did you find out...
Representative 7: Your song, cheese is good, when written backwards details a plan of a nuclear weapons program.
Garet: Damn I was hoping you wouldn't find out...
Representative 7: we also know about your tastes...
Garet: Which one...
Representative 7: Let's just say we can organise that night with Piers...with the leather armour, leather boots, leather gloves and the tamers whip...
Garet: (Drools in sick and thankfully private fantasy land) could there be golden syrup involved....
Representative 7: I'll see what we can do... just sign here
Garet: Right away(signs)
Narrator type person: will Garet have golden syrup, will the Marketors get Sheba, and will my trousers get ironed... Find out later...
Gsaddict: Well that all for now, I off to the South of France so see ya all you losers who are still stuck in school and remember to review, I will know...