"MY DEAR GOD!!" Snork the paramite screams, in his own native tongue. "This danish has cream in it!!" he throws it away.
He scuttles off for some tea, and maybe a mudokon or two. The people at Alf's don't have very strong weapons... Hey... why are they all running? Oh, why did i let down that "English as a fourteenth language" class?
STUPID Snork,
STUPID!!
why, oh why?
ok... others can begin now.
