Olen sat down thinked. He knew that wouldn't be able to last here very long, but he promised himself he would go through this, so stood up, and bravely walked slowy to the table. Olen scrached his beard, which was flesh like all Chronclers have. He looked to see what he would try, something which seems most freindly to him.
"Hmmm.... I'm not so sure..." He cointuned stareing
".... I think it would be best to chose that one" Olen pointed at a Grubbs Tail.
Olen grabbed it and looked at it, it felt hard. He slowly puts the Grubbs tail agianst his lips, and rapidly shoves in his gob.
"hmmm.. Chrunchy" He then swallowed and grinned proudly.
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"For us, it's not about muscle bound characters with big guns. It's about little guys " ~ Lorne Lanning 15/02/2000 "We knew there were more of us out there, and were gunna find them!" ~ Abe
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