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Lee Watts (18%)

Josip Nað (17%)

Michel Lacombe (16%)

Dorian (4%)

goldkngt55 (3%)

Andrew Avila (2%)

Marten (1%)

Oliver (1%)

Part 5

goldkngt55 (23/10/2001)

"What do you think you're doing you Irideemable CUR?!" The shrill and distinctive voice piped from the rear of the carriage, "You've wrinkled my suit. Do you have any idea how many firebirds I paid for that? What is your name? I am to report you at once you feeble....peasant." A small bald head popped out of the window of the carriage.

"Where the [censored] did you come from?" Demuel asked.

"I was going to ask you the same thing! Only I'm not a peasant."

This conversation seemed more and more pointless as the lumbering and quite distinctive shape of at least a half a dozen vorox commandos moved forward in a graceful deadly glide, outlined in the twilight of the faded sun setting behind them.