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From: tomscud@ruf.rice.edu (Thomas Reid Scudder)
Subject: Re: (As yet unnamed):Gashweir the Enchanter...! A Boast? [ THK? ]
Message-ID: <1992Jun3.064657.28686@rice.edu>
References: <36288@darkstar.ucsc.edu> <1992Jun2.075440.19191@rice.edu> <36352@darkstar.ucsc.edu>
Date: Wed, 3 Jun 1992 06:46:57 GMT

In article <36352@darkstar.ucsc.edu> caine@cats.ucsc.edu (Robert Joseph Salisbury) writes:
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>Subject: Gaeshweir the Enchanter gives the unnamed git a piece of his mind.   
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>In article <1992Jun2.075440.19191@rice.edu> tomscud@ruf.rice.edu (Thomas Reid Scudder) writes:
>>    The man who had been quietly carving his staff and drinking goats' milk
>>walks up to Gashwear and says, "May I see that please?"  Without waiting
>>for a response, he snatches the wand from Gashwear's hand and examines it.
>
>[volumes of witty repartee deleted]
>
>>when the word "zipsnort" was pronounced three times, in succession, in their
>>presence, like this:  zipsnort, zipsnort, zipsnort ... Oh my, do you suppose
>>anyone in here could lend some clothes to our poor friend Gashwear?  His seem
>>to have disappeared."
>
>	With a curt wave of his hand all of Gashwaeir the Enchanter's clothes
>reappear, looking, if it's possible, more sumptous and resplendent than ever.
>He then turns a baleful, beady gaze to the unnamed git and says:

<A long, pompous, and boring speech, containing numerous baseless
accusations and feeble attempts at wit, deleted.>

>	With this noble declaration, Gaoeshweir the Enchanter gets up and
>departs for the table presently occupied by Kadrys, Constantine, and Lucas.

    The man with the staff chuckles and says, "I had wondered what Goodgulf
had done with himself lately.  My friend, don't worry about him, he's a 
harmless sort, as long as you don't buy anything from him."

    He smiles at Fenris and returns to his table by the fire, where he
continues to carve at his staff.