9th Mar 2015, 5:30 AM in The Rite of Serfdom

Lots of tasty doom.

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Lots of tasty doom.
Isolde: Sorry. I have no excuse. I shouldn't be making mistakes like this.
Isolde: I'm just intimidated by him. His fast mind, his goatee and his / Scottish burns*). / Kel [[Thought]]: DOOM.
Isolde: I try to make up for it by working harder... I thought I'd stand a chance if I just knew the case better than him. / Maghreid: Ah, Grimborgsman....
Grimborgsman: I have the Grimborg ready for immediate use when Kel is acquitted. How is it going? <p>
Maghreid: I don't know. The prosecution is up to something.
Grimborgsman: I heard. Them, us, you. Those bat-ta-rees at the central transporter must be bursting with energy now.
Footnote: *) China hadn't been discovered yet. **) / Footnote to the Footnote: **) Except by the Chinese, but they weren't telling where they put it.
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Reinder Dijkhuis 9th Mar 2015, 5:30 AM edit delete
Reinder Dijkhuis
*) China hadn't been discovered yet. **)
**) Except by the Chinese, but they weren't telling where they put it.


Originally published on July 21, 2004.