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Subject: [CIA] In the cart.
Date: 14 Sep 1994 02:46:42 -0000
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Grays looks around.
  And sighs...
  It's time for some fun! he thinks.
  And he sighs again...
  Oh well, At least it isn't manure.
His leaves rustle as he watches the street... The crowded market place,the loud
mumble as street hawkers sell thier exotic wares, the smell of cooking food
coming from a wooden stall on the side of the path, the fishmonger yelling as
he tries to sell a tubfull of live 'grakien' a small silvery fish, shaped like
a mackeral.
 
: Grays has no real need of disguise, he has done nothing wrong, and he has a
: habit of being if not welcome then at least unnoticed. So he is simply
: enjoying the ride.

His stomach grumbles and he thinks of buying a sizzling side of meat, then he
realizes that he now has no money.
  He sighs...and yawns
 "So Bodger..."he mumbles quietly (he knows that the old wizard will pick up
the psi-meaning even if he can't understand the words)" How'd you get here...
the last time I saw you it  was in the middle of an insult competion with that 
lesser demon; Erid'rkrdkis'dkrirdgmkl the unnamable I think he called
himself...
  "The last thing I remember was us running for our lives because you
 said that his mother was Godzilla and his father was gozzilla's brother."
 he sniggers quietly, trying to stay bush-like."you remember we were as drunk
as anything, I couldn't phaseshift us out and you couldn't draw a round enough
circle of teleportation."
  He chuckles again" you kept on drawing a rhombus..."he mumbles to all in
general" here we were, as hung over as buggery...cowering in terror inside a
rhombus of defense.".