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*runs in like a muddy...smelly berserker...plunger over my head...wild eyed...leaving bits of branch, mud and unidentifiable nature behind me...

approaches pmb at a rapid speed and with a high pitched scream leaping in the air and stabbing him in the face with the (clean) toilet utensil...holding him down as he struggles...dragging him off*

Time for your Birthday Stuff...


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