IC: Again thinking of scalpel work, he was disturbed by some annoying mudokon dropping a hammer on his foot. Rubbing his foot silently, he glared at Mars for a short time, before slowly whipsering "Watch your step," ïn what seemed a very omnious tone. Looking back at what was being offered, he saw the script for a film. It may well have sold well, but Ez somewhat doubted it was a good purchase. What would he do with a film script? He might erase the script, and write something else on it, but that would be silly. 'Although it would be fun to bid just enough to make them bid more, and then chicken out and let them waste their money. But I had better save it for the good stuff...' he thought.
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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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