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Date: 8 Sep 1994 04:20:18 -0000
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Grays smiles,
 "Bodger my old mate, I haven't seen you in years, not since that fiasco back 
on tellarian 6, remember when you tried to go one for one with a lesser daemon
in an insult contest. I told him that he was more insignificant and uglier than
a spiral headed tapeworm, and he took it on the chin. You told him that his
mother was godzilla and he blew his stack... We had three of the lesser hells
of that place after our hides for three days,and we'd both drunk the water so
that I was too weak to shift, and you were delerious and couldn't remember any
of your dimension circles...It's good to see you, I thought you'd died when
they finally captured us and they were dragging you back to face
'Kcrgurgu'iyouiyogruiycuig "lizardsson"

+  A faint breeze blows through the room
+making the smoke from certain tobacco fiends' various habits go
+back in their faces (both at this and other tables).

Grays listens as Jones and the elf talk, taking in the details silently.As the
elf talks there seems to be a breeze coming from somewhere. Grays sniffs it,
moving his pipe away from his face. Bodger grins as the unmistakable smell of
burning CANNIBIS wafts in his face.

+ the elf has vanished except for the glint of green eyes and the
+grin.

Grays watches as the elf teleports out, leaving his smile behind...
Nice trick that;he thinks to himself.