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    #31
    Originally posted by Muttley08
    eat cottage
    "You start eating the architectural confectionery, and before long, start to feel a little woozy.
    Your vision blurs, there are several cottages now, and you swear you can hear distant strains of an old Alex Harvey Band track. An old lady, no, two, no, perhaps four, or two multicoloured old ladies sway and drift in front of you.
    You start to pull a whitey, and feel very ill, you loose your footing and fall to the ground. A crow, perhaps four, fly above."

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      #32
      Originally posted by Burdock
      have sex with peanut brittle bell
      First responses win the move - you were too slow

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        #33
        Originally posted by realityhack
        "You start eating the architectural confectionery, and before long, start to feel a little woozy.
        Your vision blurs, there are several cottages now, and you swear you can hear distant strains of an old Alex Harvey Band track. An old lady, no, two, no, perhaps four, or two multicoloured old ladies sway and drift in front of you.
        You start to pull a whitey, and feel very ill, you loose your footing and fall to the ground. A crow, perhaps four, fly above."
        Wonder what Burdock will do with the old ladies??

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          #34
          Originally posted by realityhack
          "You start eating the architectural confectionery, and before long, start to feel a little woozy.
          Your vision blurs, there are several cottages now, and you swear you can hear distant strains of an old Alex Harvey Band track. An old lady, no, two, no, perhaps four, or two multicoloured old ladies sway and drift in front of you.
          You start to pull a whitey, and feel very ill, you loose your footing and fall to the ground. A crow, perhaps four, fly above."
          serenade old ladies

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            #35
            Originally posted by Burdock
            serenade old ladies
            "You start to sing feebly, suppressing the urge to vomit, to the Alex Harvey track playing in your foggy mind. The old lady (only one, she's coming into focus now) stops in her tracks and watches you with interest. One of the glace statues moves, turning towards you, glace battleaxe in his hand, sugary glint in his eye.
            You continue singing. The crow perches upon the battleaxe-wielding statue's head, and squawks."

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              #36
              Originally posted by realityhack
              "You start to sing feebly, suppressing the urge to vomit, to the Alex Harvey track playing in your foggy mind. The old lady (only one, she's coming into focus now) stops in her tracks and watches you with interest. One of the glace statues moves, turning towards you, glace battleaxe in his hand, sugary glint in his eye.
              You continue singing. The crow perches upon the battleaxe-wielding statue's head, and squawks."
              Your eyes clear...the old lady...it's Sally-Anne....

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                #37
                Oy!

                Leave our SallyAnne alone
                Confusion is a natural state of being

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                  #38
                  Originally posted by Muttley08
                  Your eyes clear...the old lady...it's Sally-Anne....
                  That's impossible - the cottage would have been in ruins!

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                    #39
                    Originally posted by realityhack
                    "You start to sing feebly, suppressing the urge to vomit, to the Alex Harvey track playing in your foggy mind. The old lady (only one, she's coming into focus now) stops in her tracks and watches you with interest. One of the glace statues moves, turning towards you, glace battleaxe in his hand, sugary glint in his eye.
                    You continue singing. The crow perches upon the battleaxe-wielding statue's head, and squawks."
                    Ask crow for help

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                      #40
                      Originally posted by Muttley08
                      Ask crow for help
                      "The crow - one of the more nature's more intelligent birds, nods it's head towards your satchel"

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