IC: Typo picked up the barrel slowly, making sure not to spill any of it. 'Nearly there now...' He thought. At long last, the barrel was outside his hut. Panting slightly, he wondered where Nimol could have got to. 'Probrably out by the old factory looking for those pants. Might be a good idea to have a pair. Wouldn't be so hard to do all the physical stuff.' He thought. Maybe Nimol's place was finished being restored. 'Probrably is, considering how long it took to get this thing back down.'
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Congratulations, Oddey, on winning FC's fanfiction competition two years running! You are clearly the man to beat!
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