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Tuesday, 22 April 2014

Beauty Rest

Wots fer lunch! - Runt

Rancid beans. - Wick

Wot? My 1 chance 2 gets out fer food n it's rotten. Wots wid dat?? - R

Lol... U know the Ogre. A little sour mood n there goes the food. 'S all good. He put it back on ta cook. It'll taste good regardless. - W

Sure. I jis can't b on the shitter lots wif bad food. N no thunder jug in Beauty's room, aye? To rank, wot?! - R

Ha! Waz it like? Guarding Beauty while she sleeps? N how a young'n like u get picked o'er me?! - W

Well. Guardin's borin', mostly. N I don't rightsly know y me... - R

Huh. No worries Runt. They'd a had their reasons I'm sure. But wots Beauty like n the sleep? That's wot I's wondering... - W

Hmmm.... I'd say she looks dead, mostly. 'Cept she glows. N sometimes her eyes move back n forth under theys lids, ya?! Kinda spooky, that. Once r twice I heard her mumblin' but couldn't makes it out clear. - R

Well wot did it sound like? - W

Ummm...
(Scratches head, picks nose, thinking a bit...)
Kinda angry like, ya? Like she was warin' wid someone. - R

Huh. I may go ask Ole Granny. - W

Wot?! No! Don't tells a soul!! I likesly shouldn't a b sayin' ought 2 u, aye?! Givin' way her secets, eh?! No don't sez a word. Promise! - R

Suspicious little ting, ain't ya. 'Sall right. She waz probly jis arguin' wid d Ogre in her sleep 's all. Hey! Easy Runt. Calm! Eats ur food. K? I can't b the only 1 on the shitter, aye? Good. Thas it. Good kid... - Wick

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