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Copycat.
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Captain, my captain! What's happening to thee?!...
ReplyDeleteBut if you're feeling happy, just go for it! I'm all in favour!
See. Ask and you shall recieve. Though it was more the sort that lurks under the bed, rather than the sort that lurks in the shower room, I was thinking of.
ReplyDeleteTony: Immitation is...easier than flattery ;-).
ReplyDeleteRic: On the floor the Captain lies, fallen cold and...vaguely wondering why the world just rotated 90 degrees.
K: I'm not entirely sure what's under my bed, but it's not pron. Unless there's a lost CDR under there. And the only time there's a naked man in my shower is when I'm in there, which I've a feeling doesn't count.