Clutching his fury hoplite helmet and horse hair crest encased head in his hands, Growltigga sobs into his gauntlets.
There is always one, and this one looks in dire need of a good time.
Growltigga claps his hands, "Cameron? Lucy? Drew? aah good, I see you have your shortist togas on.. please take this nerd, I mean Geo, to the pool room. Please ensure you take gallon vats of humous, taramasalata and tzatziki, lots of chicken feathers and a small tub of swarfega and use it wisely. Bring him back for a kicking after you have, ahem, given him a good time...
and dont lose his ruler, I have plans for that (says Growltigga hurriedly looking up various terms in a medical anatomical dictionary).
[ July 14, 2003, 16:29: Message edited by: Growltigger ]