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Post by Luggy Urm on Mar 9, 2008 17:28:24 GMT -5
"Aye, so do ye loike to plant? 'Cause thoir are moiny flowers an' ploints to plant, burr aye!"
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Post by Linx Exotic on Mar 9, 2008 17:33:36 GMT -5
"Do I like to plant... Good question. You'd think I'd g... Say yes, I mean, considering we're in the, uh, garden... No, I don't really like to plant, sorry. It's just not on my agenda," Linx reluctantly admitted. This didn't help social relations much. "Sorry again."
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Post by Luggy Urm on Mar 9, 2008 17:35:48 GMT -5
Luggy smiled from ear to ear. "Doin't matter. Happens to all ov us. Althoigh, oi loive it. Oi coin't get enough ov it, hurr!"
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Post by Linx Exotic on Mar 9, 2008 17:39:02 GMT -5
"Well... I..." Linx fumbled for words for a grossly long eight seconds or so. "I guess it's good you, uh... You... Have the garden, then?" By the time he had finished his sentence, the mouse felt like going and smacking his face into a wall.
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Post by Seor Etal on Mar 9, 2008 19:06:58 GMT -5
**Verrie couldn't help it, she just couldn't. The irresistable otter started laughing uproariously.** S-s-s-sorry! Heeheeheehaw! I-I just c-c-can't help it! Hahaheehee!
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Post by Linx Exotic on Mar 9, 2008 19:18:35 GMT -5
Linx turned to give Verrie a sour glare. He didn't appreciate being laughed at, especially considering his stature. "...Who are you?"
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