Chapter 2 - The Next Adventure Of Quaid!

[cowboy]

Quaid studied the map carefully whilst travelling on a friendly rather hairy 3 legged cross eyed jack russell on steroids which came from the distant land of the ochil hills where they struck a strong bond from their last adventure!

As they were walking over the hill they saw something which was very unusual indeed. It was so unusual it was hardly ever seen. They saw a little Pixie wearing a fully functioning rebreather. Quaid and his poochy pal approached the pixie. The Pixie introduced himself as "Bob" and intimated that he may well know where Quaid could get his hands on the custom made 'Gold' samurai sword from Okinawa from master craftsman Hattori Hanzo.

Quaid pondered on "Bob's" intimation whilst wondering how his canine friend cocked a leg and still stayed upright. Bob said 'I'm telling you nothing until you stop staring at that dog doing a pawstand'. Quaid apologised for his distraction and said "maybe you can help me bob?? i am trying to find a 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo"
"AAAHHHH!!!!" bob replied "i know where to go and if you cross my palm with silver i shall tell you everything you need to know how to get the sword". With a sadden look upon the poor sprites face he replied "Unfortunately i own no silver, however i do have this mad, drug addled Jack Russell terrier with whom I have shared many experiences and stuck together through thick and thin and is very loyal and answers to the name garr" Quaid replyed. Bob was heartily unimpressed with the offer of a substandard terrier with obvious mental problems and history of drug abuse. Gar put on his best sad puppy eyes, which looked like he had a squint. Bob's harsh pixie heart melted. 'Who could resist such a troubled little fuzzball. I'll give you the info you need to find the 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo. It lies in the possession of the "Keeper of the Mankee Peeg", he obtained it in turn from the cross dressing transylvanian, who stays in a land far away. The cross dresser was once known to Quaid as a sensei of the underwater ways. These days, he preferred frilly undies to underwater. Still keen on tramping across hill and dale, sensei had swapped the joys of the seven sisters for the lesser joys of just two. As the sensei was not great in stature, the lesser joys were sufficient for him.
Quaid set off in search of the keeper of The Mankee Peeg. To help him find her, he asked Bob if he could borrow a tight fitting basque and suspender set that he could hide under his macintosh. The secret thrill of dressing up again would keep his spritis up in his quest. Then he set off, with just a jump to the left............ and then a step to the righhhhhhhhhhhhttttttttt . He put his hands on his hips..."whit ye daen ye big jessie ye?!" demanded Quaid's inner voice, breaking him free of the silky delights of his dance.
Furtively glancing around to make sure no-one had witnessed his cross dressing dance antics, Quaid headed off in the direction of the nearest Master Swordsman, also known to the inner circle as The Keeper of the Mankee Peeg. On his arrival he kneeled before The Swordsman and uttered the words of power. 'Oh My God, look at the size of that, you could have someone's eye out with that thing'. Then turning to look at the impressive array of sharp implements Quaid said "is this one a dive knife?", to which The Keeper (reaching down to his thigh) pulled out the mammy/daddy of all blades and replied "No, THIs is a dive knife, obtained from the Golden Halls of HeeBay, blessed be his name.".

[GScrym]

Quaid studied the map carefully whilst travelling on a friendly rather hairy 3 legged cross eyed jack russell on steroids which came from the distant land of the ochil hills where they struck a strong bond from their last adventure!

As they were walking over the hill they saw something which was very unusual indeed. It was so unusual it was hardly ever seen. They saw a little Pixie wearing a fully functioning rebreather. Quaid and his poochy pal approached the pixie. The Pixie introduced himself as "Bob" and intimated that he may well know where Quaid could get his hands on the custom made 'Gold' samurai sword from Okinawa from master craftsman Hattori Hanzo.

Quaid pondered on "Bob's" intimation whilst wondering how his canine friend cocked a leg and still stayed upright. Bob said 'I'm telling you nothing until you stop staring at that dog doing a pawstand'. Quaid apologised for his distraction and said "maybe you can help me bob?? i am trying to find a 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo"
"AAAHHHH!!!!" bob replied "i know where to go and if you cross my palm with silver i shall tell you everything you need to know how to get the sword". With a sadden look upon the poor sprites face he replied "Unfortunately i own no silver, however i do have this mad, drug addled Jack Russell terrier with whom I have shared many experiences and stuck together through thick and thin and is very loyal and answers to the name garr" Quaid replyed. Bob was heartily unimpressed with the offer of a substandard terrier with obvious mental problems and history of drug abuse. Gar put on his best sad puppy eyes, which looked like he had a squint. Bob's harsh pixie heart melted. 'Who could resist such a troubled little fuzzball. I'll give you the info you need to find the 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo. It lies in the possession of the "Keeper of the Mankee Peeg", he obtained it in turn from the cross dressing transylvanian, who stays in a land far away. The cross dresser was once known to Quaid as a sensei of the underwater ways. These days, he preferred frilly undies to underwater. Still keen on tramping across hill and dale, sensei had swapped the joys of the seven sisters for the lesser joys of just two. As the sensei was not great in stature, the lesser joys were sufficient for him.
Quaid set off in search of the keeper of The Mankee Peeg. To help him find her, he asked Bob if he could borrow a tight fitting basque and suspender set that he could hide under his macintosh. The secret thrill of dressing up again would keep his spritis up in his quest. Then he set off, with just a jump to the left............ and then a step to the righhhhhhhhhhhhttttttttt . He put his hands on his hips..."whit ye daen ye big jessie ye?!" demanded Quaid's inner voice, breaking him free of the silky delights of his dance.
Furtively glancing around to make sure no-one had witnessed his cross dressing dance antics, Quaid headed off in the direction of the nearest Master Swordsman, also known to the inner circle as The Keeper of the Mankee Peeg. On his arrival he kneeled before The Swordsman and uttered the words of power. 'Oh My God, look at the size of that, you could have someone's eye out with that thing'. Then turning to look at the impressive array of sharp implements Quaid said "is this one a dive knife?", to which The Keeper (reaching down to his thigh) pulled out the mammy/daddy of all blades and replied "No, THIs is a dive knife, obtained from the Golden Halls of HeeBay, blessed be his name and it bitch slaps that tooth pick from Hattori Hanzo but if that's what you need, I'll help you.' The sworsdman unlocked a massive door to reveal a...................

[cowboy]

Quaid studied the map carefully whilst travelling on a friendly rather hairy 3 legged cross eyed jack russell on steroids which came from the distant land of the ochil hills where they struck a strong bond from their last adventure!

As they were walking over the hill they saw something which was very unusual indeed. It was so unusual it was hardly ever seen. They saw a little Pixie wearing a fully functioning rebreather. Quaid and his poochy pal approached the pixie. The Pixie introduced himself as "Bob" and intimated that he may well know where Quaid could get his hands on the custom made 'Gold' samurai sword from Okinawa from master craftsman Hattori Hanzo.

Quaid pondered on "Bob's" intimation whilst wondering how his canine friend cocked a leg and still stayed upright. Bob said 'I'm telling you nothing until you stop staring at that dog doing a pawstand'. Quaid apologised for his distraction and said "maybe you can help me bob?? i am trying to find a 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo"
"AAAHHHH!!!!" bob replied "i know where to go and if you cross my palm with silver i shall tell you everything you need to know how to get the sword". With a sadden look upon the poor sprites face he replied "Unfortunately i own no silver, however i do have this mad, drug addled Jack Russell terrier with whom I have shared many experiences and stuck together through thick and thin and is very loyal and answers to the name garr" Quaid replyed. Bob was heartily unimpressed with the offer of a substandard terrier with obvious mental problems and history of drug abuse. Gar put on his best sad puppy eyes, which looked like he had a squint. Bob's harsh pixie heart melted. 'Who could resist such a troubled little fuzzball. I'll give you the info you need to find the 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo. It lies in the possession of the "Keeper of the Mankee Peeg", he obtained it in turn from the cross dressing transylvanian, who stays in a land far away. The cross dresser was once known to Quaid as a sensei of the underwater ways. These days, he preferred frilly undies to underwater. Still keen on tramping across hill and dale, sensei had swapped the joys of the seven sisters for the lesser joys of just two. As the sensei was not great in stature, the lesser joys were sufficient for him.
Quaid set off in search of the keeper of The Mankee Peeg. To help him find her, he asked Bob if he could borrow a tight fitting basque and suspender set that he could hide under his macintosh. The secret thrill of dressing up again would keep his spritis up in his quest. Then he set off, with just a jump to the left............ and then a step to the righhhhhhhhhhhhttttttttt . He put his hands on his hips..."whit ye daen ye big jessie ye?!" demanded Quaid's inner voice, breaking him free of the silky delights of his dance.
Furtively glancing around to make sure no-one had witnessed his cross dressing dance antics, Quaid headed off in the direction of the nearest Master Swordsman, also known to the inner circle as The Keeper of the Mankee Peeg. On his arrival he kneeled before The Swordsman and uttered the words of power. 'Oh My God, look at the size of that, you could have someone's eye out with that thing'. Then turning to look at the impressive array of sharp implements Quaid said "is this one a dive knife?", to which The Keeper (reaching down to his thigh) pulled out the mammy/daddy of all blades and replied "No, THIs is a dive knife, obtained from the Golden Halls of HeeBay, blessed be his name and it bitch slaps that tooth pick from Hattori Hanzo but if that's what you need, I'll help you.' The swordsman unlocked a massive door to reveal a hand crafted and fully fitting Kendo Nagasaki suit and hood combo, complete with zippers up the back. He exhaled slowly in anticipation and his breath escaped him like the low hiss of ...............

[Sam]

Quaid studied the map carefully whilst travelling on a friendly rather hairy 3 legged cross eyed jack russell on steroids which came from the distant land of the ochil hills where they struck a strong bond from their last adventure!

As they were walking over the hill they saw something which was very unusual indeed. It was so unusual it was hardly ever seen. They saw a little Pixie wearing a fully functioning rebreather. Quaid and his poochy pal approached the pixie. The Pixie introduced himself as "Bob" and intimated that he may well know where Quaid could get his hands on the custom made 'Gold' samurai sword from Okinawa from master craftsman Hattori Hanzo.

Quaid pondered on "Bob's" intimation whilst wondering how his canine friend cocked a leg and still stayed upright. Bob said 'I'm telling you nothing until you stop staring at that dog doing a pawstand'. Quaid apologised for his distraction and said "maybe you can help me bob?? i am trying to find a 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo"
"AAAHHHH!!!!" bob replied "i know where to go and if you cross my palm with silver i shall tell you everything you need to know how to get the sword". With a sadden look upon the poor sprites face he replied "Unfortunately i own no silver, however i do have this mad, drug addled Jack Russell terrier with whom I have shared many experiences and stuck together through thick and thin and is very loyal and answers to the name garr" Quaid replyed. Bob was heartily unimpressed with the offer of a substandard terrier with obvious mental problems and history of drug abuse. Gar put on his best sad puppy eyes, which looked like he had a squint. Bob's harsh pixie heart melted. 'Who could resist such a troubled little fuzzball. I'll give you the info you need to find the 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo. It lies in the possession of the "Keeper of the Mankee Peeg", he obtained it in turn from the cross dressing transylvanian, who stays in a land far away. The cross dresser was once known to Quaid as a sensei of the underwater ways. These days, he preferred frilly undies to underwater. Still keen on tramping across hill and dale, sensei had swapped the joys of the seven sisters for the lesser joys of just two. As the sensei was not great in stature, the lesser joys were sufficient for him.
Quaid set off in search of the keeper of The Mankee Peeg. To help him find her, he asked Bob if he could borrow a tight fitting basque and suspender set that he could hide under his macintosh. The secret thrill of dressing up again would keep his spritis up in his quest. Then he set off, with just a jump to the left............ and then a step to the righhhhhhhhhhhhttttttttt . He put his hands on his hips..."whit ye daen ye big jessie ye?!" demanded Quaid's inner voice, breaking him free of the silky delights of his dance.
Furtively glancing around to make sure no-one had witnessed his cross dressing dance antics, Quaid headed off in the direction of the nearest Master Swordsman, also known to the inner circle as The Keeper of the Mankee Peeg. On his arrival he kneeled before The Swordsman and uttered the words of power. 'Oh My God, look at the size of that, you could have someone's eye out with that thing'. Then turning to look at the impressive array of sharp implements Quaid said "is this one a dive knife?", to which The Keeper (reaching down to his thigh) pulled out the mammy/daddy of all blades and replied "No, THIs is a dive knife, obtained from the Golden Halls of HeeBay, blessed be his name and it bitch slaps that tooth pick from Hattori Hanzo but if that's what you need, I'll help you.' The swordsman unlocked a massive door to reveal a hand crafted and fully fitting Kendo Nagasaki suit and hood combo, complete with zippers up the back. He exhaled slowly in anticipation and his breath escaped him like the low hiss of the tide going out. It really should have been like the tide coming in, but hey even Cowboys make mistakes. Quaid tentatively reached out ...

[GScrym]

Quaid studied the map carefully whilst travelling on a friendly rather hairy 3 legged cross eyed jack russell on steroids which came from the distant land of the ochil hills where they struck a strong bond from their last adventure!

As they were walking over the hill they saw something which was very unusual indeed. It was so unusual it was hardly ever seen. They saw a little Pixie wearing a fully functioning rebreather. Quaid and his poochy pal approached the pixie. The Pixie introduced himself as "Bob" and intimated that he may well know where Quaid could get his hands on the custom made 'Gold' samurai sword from Okinawa from master craftsman Hattori Hanzo.

Quaid pondered on "Bob's" intimation whilst wondering how his canine friend cocked a leg and still stayed upright. Bob said 'I'm telling you nothing until you stop staring at that dog doing a pawstand'. Quaid apologised for his distraction and said "maybe you can help me bob?? i am trying to find a 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo"
"AAAHHHH!!!!" bob replied "i know where to go and if you cross my palm with silver i shall tell you everything you need to know how to get the sword". With a sadden look upon the poor sprites face he replied "Unfortunately i own no silver, however i do have this mad, drug addled Jack Russell terrier with whom I have shared many experiences and stuck together through thick and thin and is very loyal and answers to the name garr" Quaid replyed. Bob was heartily unimpressed with the offer of a substandard terrier with obvious mental problems and history of drug abuse. Gar put on his best sad puppy eyes, which looked like he had a squint. Bob's harsh pixie heart melted. 'Who could resist such a troubled little fuzzball. I'll give you the info you need to find the 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo. It lies in the possession of the "Keeper of the Mankee Peeg", he obtained it in turn from the cross dressing transylvanian, who stays in a land far away. The cross dresser was once known to Quaid as a sensei of the underwater ways. These days, he preferred frilly undies to underwater. Still keen on tramping across hill and dale, sensei had swapped the joys of the seven sisters for the lesser joys of just two. As the sensei was not great in stature, the lesser joys were sufficient for him.
Quaid set off in search of the keeper of The Mankee Peeg. To help him find her, he asked Bob if he could borrow a tight fitting basque and suspender set that he could hide under his macintosh. The secret thrill of dressing up again would keep his spritis up in his quest. Then he set off, with just a jump to the left............ and then a step to the righhhhhhhhhhhhttttttttt . He put his hands on his hips..."whit ye daen ye big jessie ye?!" demanded Quaid's inner voice, breaking him free of the silky delights of his dance.
Furtively glancing around to make sure no-one had witnessed his cross dressing dance antics, Quaid headed off in the direction of the nearest Master Swordsman, also known to the inner circle as The Keeper of the Mankee Peeg. On his arrival he kneeled before The Swordsman and uttered the words of power. 'Oh My God, look at the size of that, you could have someone's eye out with that thing'. Then turning to look at the impressive array of sharp implements Quaid said "is this one a dive knife?", to which The Keeper (reaching down to his thigh) pulled out the mammy/daddy of all blades and replied "No, THIs is a dive knife, obtained from the Golden Halls of HeeBay, blessed be his name and it bitch slaps that tooth pick from Hattori Hanzo but if that's what you need, I'll help you.' The swordsman unlocked a massive door to reveal a hand crafted and fully fitting Kendo Nagasaki suit and hood combo, complete with zippers up the back. He exhaled slowly in anticipation and his breath escaped him like the low hiss of the tide going out. It really should have been like the tide coming in, but hey even Cowboys make mistakes. Quaid tentatively reached out, only to be slapped on the hand by the keeper. 'Get your hairy little mitts of that you thieving sprite, you can have the sword, not my favourite suit'. Quaid pulled his hand back and saw in the corner, the biggest......

[cowboy]

Quaid studied the map carefully whilst travelling on a friendly rather hairy 3 legged cross eyed jack russell on steroids which came from the distant land of the ochil hills where they struck a strong bond from their last adventure!

As they were walking over the hill they saw something which was very unusual indeed. It was so unusual it was hardly ever seen. They saw a little Pixie wearing a fully functioning rebreather. Quaid and his poochy pal approached the pixie. The Pixie introduced himself as "Bob" and intimated that he may well know where Quaid could get his hands on the custom made 'Gold' samurai sword from Okinawa from master craftsman Hattori Hanzo.

Quaid pondered on "Bob's" intimation whilst wondering how his canine friend cocked a leg and still stayed upright. Bob said 'I'm telling you nothing until you stop staring at that dog doing a pawstand'. Quaid apologised for his distraction and said "maybe you can help me bob?? i am trying to find a 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo"
"AAAHHHH!!!!" bob replied "i know where to go and if you cross my palm with silver i shall tell you everything you need to know how to get the sword". With a sadden look upon the poor sprites face he replied "Unfortunately i own no silver, however i do have this mad, drug addled Jack Russell terrier with whom I have shared many experiences and stuck together through thick and thin and is very loyal and answers to the name garr" Quaid replyed. Bob was heartily unimpressed with the offer of a substandard terrier with obvious mental problems and history of drug abuse. Gar put on his best sad puppy eyes, which looked like he had a squint. Bob's harsh pixie heart melted. 'Who could resist such a troubled little fuzzball. I'll give you the info you need to find the 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo. It lies in the possession of the "Keeper of the Mankee Peeg", he obtained it in turn from the cross dressing transylvanian, who stays in a land far away. The cross dresser was once known to Quaid as a sensei of the underwater ways. These days, he preferred frilly undies to underwater. Still keen on tramping across hill and dale, sensei had swapped the joys of the seven sisters for the lesser joys of just two. As the sensei was not great in stature, the lesser joys were sufficient for him.
Quaid set off in search of the keeper of The Mankee Peeg. To help him find her, he asked Bob if he could borrow a tight fitting basque and suspender set that he could hide under his macintosh. The secret thrill of dressing up again would keep his spritis up in his quest. Then he set off, with just a jump to the left............ and then a step to the righhhhhhhhhhhhttttttttt . He put his hands on his hips..."whit ye daen ye big jessie ye?!" demanded Quaid's inner voice, breaking him free of the silky delights of his dance.
Furtively glancing around to make sure no-one had witnessed his cross dressing dance antics, Quaid headed off in the direction of the nearest Master Swordsman, also known to the inner circle as The Keeper of the Mankee Peeg. On his arrival he kneeled before The Swordsman and uttered the words of power. 'Oh My God, look at the size of that, you could have someone's eye out with that thing'. Then turning to look at the impressive array of sharp implements Quaid said "is this one a dive knife?", to which The Keeper (reaching down to his thigh) pulled out the mammy/daddy of all blades and replied "No, THIs is a dive knife, obtained from the Golden Halls of HeeBay, blessed be his name and it bitch slaps that tooth pick from Hattori Hanzo but if that's what you need, I'll help you.' The swordsman unlocked a massive door to reveal a hand crafted and fully fitting Kendo Nagasaki suit and hood combo, complete with zippers up the back. He exhaled slowly in anticipation and his breath escaped him like the low hiss of the tide going out. It really should have been like the tide coming in, but hey even Cowboys make mistakes. Quaid tentatively reached out, only to be slapped on the hand by the keeper. 'Get your hairy little mitts of that you thieving sprite, you can have the sword, not my favourite suit'. Quaid pulled his hand back and saw in the corner, the biggest glitziest ball gown he'd ever seen. "VIB's?" he asked "or am i mistaken, which is a very human failing and not one to be ashamed of at all!"
"No, that belongs to the mighty G." replied the leather clad Kendo lookalike. "He looks.........

[tahpiks]

MyMy would that section on cross dressing time warp dancing pimp be referring to anyone in particular!!!!!
Good one you lot was cursing you all but pissing myself laughing at same time hope you got ice diving piccys alright if you ever get the chance do it!!! its weird standing on water under ice!!
Will be keeping track of this story as you all seem to forget

IHARDLY MISSED A WEEKS DIVING WHICH MEANS I SAW ALMOST EVERY MISHAP,NEAR DROWING,THE LAUGHS,THE TEARS,AND THE SLIPS TRIPS AN FALLS ;D SO EXPECT SOME MENTIONS IN THIS STORY,I THINK YOU"LL RECOGNIZE YOURSELVES WHEN YOU READ IT HA HA HA HA HA HA (laughing like DR EVIL in Austin Powers)

I am open to bribes before i start the onslaught as it will take a few days to research my old logbooks as they go back 10yrs so not many of you are safe!!!
;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D

Happy Dooking

"o" three rules !!!!!

[divermckay]

o" three rules !!!!!

o three rules what? I was waiting for the rest of the story, come on dont keep it a secret

[tahpiks]

no story required"o three" says it all it reminds you of style,vib,and of the guru's who once dived among you the "o three" calmed the divers when the vizz was low and the water was still the big scary sea!!! Till one day the "o three" disappeared into the depths never to be seen again but the old school know it is watching and they have some of the "o three" technics to pass on which they were taught,it is said the "o three" will return it times of great need? ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D

The Legend Lives on!!!!!

[tahpiks]

Quaid studied the map carefully whilst travelling on a friendly rather hairy 3 legged cross eyed jack russell on steroids which came from the distant land of the ochil hills where they struck a strong bond from their last adventure!

As they were walking over the hill they saw something which was very unusual indeed. It was so unusual it was hardly ever seen. They saw a little Pixie wearing a fully functioning rebreather. Quaid and his poochy pal approached the pixie. The Pixie introduced himself as "Bob" and intimated that he may well know where Quaid could get his hands on the custom made 'Gold' samurai sword from Okinawa from master craftsman Hattori Hanzo.

Quaid pondered on "Bob's" intimation whilst wondering how his canine friend cocked a leg and still stayed upright. Bob said 'I'm telling you nothing until you stop staring at that dog doing a pawstand'. Quaid apologised for his distraction and said "maybe you can help me bob?? i am trying to find a 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo"
"AAAHHHH!!!!" bob replied "i know where to go and if you cross my palm with silver i shall tell you everything you need to know how to get the sword". With a sadden look upon the poor sprites face he replied "Unfortunately i own no silver, however i do have this mad, drug addled Jack Russell terrier with whom I have shared many experiences and stuck together through thick and thin and is very loyal and answers to the name garr" Quaid replyed. Bob was heartily unimpressed with the offer of a substandard terrier with obvious mental problems and history of drug abuse. Gar put on his best sad puppy eyes, which looked like he had a squint. Bob's harsh pixie heart melted. 'Who could resist such a troubled little fuzzball. I'll give you the info you need to find the 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo. It lies in the possession of the "Keeper of the Mankee Peeg", he obtained it in turn from the cross dressing transylvanian, who stays in a land far away. The cross dresser was once known to Quaid as a sensei of the underwater ways. These days, he preferred frilly undies to underwater. Still keen on tramping across hill and dale, sensei had swapped the joys of the seven sisters for the lesser joys of just two. As the sensei was not great in stature, the lesser joys were sufficient for him.
Quaid set off in search of the keeper of The Mankee Peeg. To help him find her, he asked Bob if he could borrow a tight fitting basque and suspender set that he could hide under his macintosh. The secret thrill of dressing up again would keep his spritis up in his quest. Then he set off, with just a jump to the left............ and then a step to the righhhhhhhhhhhhttttttttt . He put his hands on his hips..."whit ye daen ye big jessie ye?!" demanded Quaid's inner voice, breaking him free of the silky delights of his dance.
Furtively glancing around to make sure no-one had witnessed his cross dressing dance antics, Quaid headed off in the direction of the nearest Master Swordsman, also known to the inner circle as The Keeper of the Mankee Peeg. On his arrival he kneeled before The Swordsman and uttered the words of power. 'Oh My God, look at the size of that, you could have someone's eye out with that thing'. Then turning to look at the impressive array of sharp implements Quaid said "is this one a dive knife?", to which The Keeper (reaching down to his thigh) pulled out the mammy/daddy of all blades and replied "No, THIs is a dive knife, obtained from the Golden Halls of HeeBay, blessed be his name and it bitch slaps that tooth pick from Hattori Hanzo but if that's what you need, I'll help you.' The swordsman unlocked a massive door to reveal a hand crafted and fully fitting Kendo Nagasaki suit and hood combo, complete with zippers up the back. He exhaled slowly in anticipation and his breath escaped him like the low hiss of the tide going out. It really should have been like the tide coming in, but hey even Cowboys make mistakes. Quaid tentatively reached out, only to be slapped on the hand by the keeper. 'Get your hairy little mitts of that you thieving sprite, you can have the sword, not my favourite suit'. Quaid pulled his hand back and saw in the corner, the biggest glitziest ball gown he'd ever seen. "VIB's?" he asked "or am i mistaken, which is a very human failing and not one to be ashamed of at all!"
"No, that belongs to the mighty G." replied the leather clad Kendo lookalike. "He looks after my mighty aray of gimp suits but permission must be sought to wear such garments many have tried and failed as the mighty G is a master P.r.a.t and moves with the stealth and speed of the wind!!! Quaid thought for a moment.......

[Fiona]

Quaid studied the map carefully whilst travelling on a friendly rather hairy 3 legged cross eyed jack russell on steroids which came from the distant land of the ochil hills where they struck a strong bond from their last adventure!

As they were walking over the hill they saw something which was very unusual indeed. It was so unusual it was hardly ever seen. They saw a little Pixie wearing a fully functioning rebreather. Quaid and his poochy pal approached the pixie. The Pixie introduced himself as "Bob" and intimated that he may well know where Quaid could get his hands on the custom made 'Gold' samurai sword from Okinawa from master craftsman Hattori Hanzo.

Quaid pondered on "Bob's" intimation whilst wondering how his canine friend cocked a leg and still stayed upright. Bob said 'I'm telling you nothing until you stop staring at that dog doing a pawstand'. Quaid apologised for his distraction and said "maybe you can help me bob?? i am trying to find a 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo"
"AAAHHHH!!!!" bob replied "i know where to go and if you cross my palm with silver i shall tell you everything you need to know how to get the sword". With a sadden look upon the poor sprites face he replied "Unfortunately i own no silver, however i do have this mad, drug addled Jack Russell terrier with whom I have shared many experiences and stuck together through thick and thin and is very loyal and answers to the name garr" Quaid replyed. Bob was heartily unimpressed with the offer of a substandard terrier with obvious mental problems and history of drug abuse. Gar put on his best sad puppy eyes, which looked like he had a squint. Bob's harsh pixie heart melted. 'Who could resist such a troubled little fuzzball. I'll give you the info you need to find the 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo. It lies in the possession of the "Keeper of the Mankee Peeg", he obtained it in turn from the cross dressing transylvanian, who stays in a land far away. The cross dresser was once known to Quaid as a sensei of the underwater ways. These days, he preferred frilly undies to underwater. Still keen on tramping across hill and dale, sensei had swapped the joys of the seven sisters for the lesser joys of just two. As the sensei was not great in stature, the lesser joys were sufficient for him.
Quaid set off in search of the keeper of The Mankee Peeg. To help him find her, he asked Bob if he could borrow a tight fitting basque and suspender set that he could hide under his macintosh. The secret thrill of dressing up again would keep his spritis up in his quest. Then he set off, with just a jump to the left............ and then a step to the righhhhhhhhhhhhttttttttt . He put his hands on his hips..."whit ye daen ye big jessie ye?!" demanded Quaid's inner voice, breaking him free of the silky delights of his dance.
Furtively glancing around to make sure no-one had witnessed his cross dressing dance antics, Quaid headed off in the direction of the nearest Master Swordsman, also known to the inner circle as The Keeper of the Mankee Peeg. On his arrival he kneeled before The Swordsman and uttered the words of power. 'Oh My God, look at the size of that, you could have someone's eye out with that thing'. Then turning to look at the impressive array of sharp implements Quaid said "is this one a dive knife?", to which The Keeper (reaching down to his thigh) pulled out the mammy/daddy of all blades and replied "No, THIs is a dive knife, obtained from the Golden Halls of HeeBay, blessed be his name and it bitch slaps that tooth pick from Hattori Hanzo but if that's what you need, I'll help you.' The swordsman unlocked a massive door to reveal a hand crafted and fully fitting Kendo Nagasaki suit and hood combo, complete with zippers up the back. He exhaled slowly in anticipation and his breath escaped him like the low hiss of the tide going out. It really should have been like the tide coming in, but hey even Cowboys make mistakes. Quaid tentatively reached out, only to be slapped on the hand by the keeper. 'Get your hairy little mitts of that you thieving sprite, you can have the sword, not my favourite suit'. Quaid pulled his hand back and saw in the corner, the biggest glitziest ball gown he'd ever seen. "VIB's?" he asked "or am i mistaken, which is a very human failing and not one to be ashamed of at all!"
"No, that belongs to the mighty G." replied the leather clad Kendo lookalike. "He looks after my mighty aray of gimp suits but permission must be sought to wear such garments many have tried and failed as the mighty G is a master P.r.a.t and moves with the stealth and speed of the wind!!! Quaid thought for a moment before deciding that people talked a lot of b******s these days.

[GScrym]

Quaid studied the map carefully whilst travelling on a friendly rather hairy 3 legged cross eyed jack russell on steroids which came from the distant land of the ochil hills where they struck a strong bond from their last adventure!

As they were walking over the hill they saw something which was very unusual indeed. It was so unusual it was hardly ever seen. They saw a little Pixie wearing a fully functioning rebreather. Quaid and his poochy pal approached the pixie. The Pixie introduced himself as "Bob" and intimated that he may well know where Quaid could get his hands on the custom made 'Gold' samurai sword from Okinawa from master craftsman Hattori Hanzo.

Quaid pondered on "Bob's" intimation whilst wondering how his canine friend cocked a leg and still stayed upright. Bob said 'I'm telling you nothing until you stop staring at that dog doing a pawstand'. Quaid apologised for his distraction and said "maybe you can help me bob?? i am trying to find a 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo"
"AAAHHHH!!!!" bob replied "i know where to go and if you cross my palm with silver i shall tell you everything you need to know how to get the sword". With a sadden look upon the poor sprites face he replied "Unfortunately i own no silver, however i do have this mad, drug addled Jack Russell terrier with whom I have shared many experiences and stuck together through thick and thin and is very loyal and answers to the name garr" Quaid replyed. Bob was heartily unimpressed with the offer of a substandard terrier with obvious mental problems and history of drug abuse. Gar put on his best sad puppy eyes, which looked like he had a squint. Bob's harsh pixie heart melted. 'Who could resist such a troubled little fuzzball. I'll give you the info you need to find the 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo. It lies in the possession of the "Keeper of the Mankee Peeg", he obtained it in turn from the cross dressing transylvanian, who stays in a land far away. The cross dresser was once known to Quaid as a sensei of the underwater ways. These days, he preferred frilly undies to underwater. Still keen on tramping across hill and dale, sensei had swapped the joys of the seven sisters for the lesser joys of just two. As the sensei was not great in stature, the lesser joys were sufficient for him.
Quaid set off in search of the keeper of The Mankee Peeg. To help him find her, he asked Bob if he could borrow a tight fitting basque and suspender set that he could hide under his macintosh. The secret thrill of dressing up again would keep his spritis up in his quest. Then he set off, with just a jump to the left............ and then a step to the righhhhhhhhhhhhttttttttt . He put his hands on his hips..."whit ye daen ye big jessie ye?!" demanded Quaid's inner voice, breaking him free of the silky delights of his dance.
Furtively glancing around to make sure no-one had witnessed his cross dressing dance antics, Quaid headed off in the direction of the nearest Master Swordsman, also known to the inner circle as The Keeper of the Mankee Peeg. On his arrival he kneeled before The Swordsman and uttered the words of power. 'Oh My God, look at the size of that, you could have someone's eye out with that thing'. Then turning to look at the impressive array of sharp implements Quaid said "is this one a dive knife?", to which The Keeper (reaching down to his thigh) pulled out the mammy/daddy of all blades and replied "No, THIs is a dive knife, obtained from the Golden Halls of HeeBay, blessed be his name and it bitch slaps that tooth pick from Hattori Hanzo but if that's what you need, I'll help you.' The swordsman unlocked a massive door to reveal a hand crafted and fully fitting Kendo Nagasaki suit and hood combo, complete with zippers up the back. He exhaled slowly in anticipation and his breath escaped him like the low hiss of the tide going out. It really should have been like the tide coming in, but hey even Cowboys make mistakes. Quaid tentatively reached out, only to be slapped on the hand by the keeper. 'Get your hairy little mitts of that you thieving sprite, you can have the sword, not my favourite suit'. Quaid pulled his hand back and saw in the corner, the biggest glitziest ball gown he'd ever seen. "VIB's?" he asked "or am i mistaken, which is a very human failing and not one to be ashamed of at all!"
"No, that belongs to the mighty G." replied the leather clad Kendo lookalike. "He looks after my mighty aray of gimp suits but permission must be sought to wear such garments many have tried and failed as the mighty G is a master P.r.a.t and moves with the stealth and speed of the wind!!! Quaid thought for a moment before deciding that people talked a lot of b******s these days. Feeling a little fed up, Quaid huffed and said 'listen Numb-nuts, am I getting this 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo or not. I've got a sea urchin to get'. The keeper. looking a little hurt at Quaids description of his nuts, said........

[cowboy]

Quaid studied the map carefully whilst travelling on a friendly rather hairy 3 legged cross eyed jack russell on steroids which came from the distant land of the ochil hills where they struck a strong bond from their last adventure!

As they were walking over the hill they saw something which was very unusual indeed. It was so unusual it was hardly ever seen. They saw a little Pixie wearing a fully functioning rebreather. Quaid and his poochy pal approached the pixie. The Pixie introduced himself as "Bob" and intimated that he may well know where Quaid could get his hands on the custom made 'Gold' samurai sword from Okinawa from master craftsman Hattori Hanzo.

Quaid pondered on "Bob's" intimation whilst wondering how his canine friend cocked a leg and still stayed upright. Bob said 'I'm telling you nothing until you stop staring at that dog doing a pawstand'. Quaid apologised for his distraction and said "maybe you can help me bob?? i am trying to find a 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo"
"AAAHHHH!!!!" bob replied "i know where to go and if you cross my palm with silver i shall tell you everything you need to know how to get the sword". With a sadden look upon the poor sprites face he replied "Unfortunately i own no silver, however i do have this mad, drug addled Jack Russell terrier with whom I have shared many experiences and stuck together through thick and thin and is very loyal and answers to the name garr" Quaid replyed. Bob was heartily unimpressed with the offer of a substandard terrier with obvious mental problems and history of drug abuse. Gar put on his best sad puppy eyes, which looked like he had a squint. Bob's harsh pixie heart melted. 'Who could resist such a troubled little fuzzball. I'll give you the info you need to find the 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo. It lies in the possession of the "Keeper of the Mankee Peeg", he obtained it in turn from the cross dressing transylvanian, who stays in a land far away. The cross dresser was once known to Quaid as a sensei of the underwater ways. These days, he preferred frilly undies to underwater. Still keen on tramping across hill and dale, sensei had swapped the joys of the seven sisters for the lesser joys of just two. As the sensei was not great in stature, the lesser joys were sufficient for him.
Quaid set off in search of the keeper of The Mankee Peeg. To help him find her, he asked Bob if he could borrow a tight fitting basque and suspender set that he could hide under his macintosh. The secret thrill of dressing up again would keep his spritis up in his quest. Then he set off, with just a jump to the left............ and then a step to the righhhhhhhhhhhhttttttttt . He put his hands on his hips..."whit ye daen ye big jessie ye?!" demanded Quaid's inner voice, breaking him free of the silky delights of his dance.
Furtively glancing around to make sure no-one had witnessed his cross dressing dance antics, Quaid headed off in the direction of the nearest Master Swordsman, also known to the inner circle as The Keeper of the Mankee Peeg. On his arrival he kneeled before The Swordsman and uttered the words of power. 'Oh My God, look at the size of that, you could have someone's eye out with that thing'. Then turning to look at the impressive array of sharp implements Quaid said "is this one a dive knife?", to which The Keeper (reaching down to his thigh) pulled out the mammy/daddy of all blades and replied "No, THIs is a dive knife, obtained from the Golden Halls of HeeBay, blessed be his name and it bitch slaps that tooth pick from Hattori Hanzo but if that's what you need, I'll help you.' The swordsman unlocked a massive door to reveal a hand crafted and fully fitting Kendo Nagasaki suit and hood combo, complete with zippers up the back. He exhaled slowly in anticipation and his breath escaped him like the low hiss of the tide going out. It really should have been like the tide coming in, but hey even Cowboys make mistakes. Quaid tentatively reached out, only to be slapped on the hand by the keeper. 'Get your hairy little mitts of that you thieving sprite, you can have the sword, not my favourite suit'. Quaid pulled his hand back and saw in the corner, the biggest glitziest ball gown he'd ever seen. "VIB's?" he asked "or am i mistaken, which is a very human failing and not one to be ashamed of at all!"
"No, that belongs to the mighty G." replied the leather clad Kendo lookalike. "He looks after my mighty aray of gimp suits but permission must be sought to wear such garments many have tried and failed as the mighty G is a master P.r.a.t and moves with the stealth and speed of the wind!!! Quaid thought for a moment before deciding that people talked a lot of b******s these days. Feeling a little fed up, Quaid huffed and said 'listen Numb-nuts, am I getting this 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo or not. I've got a sea urchin to get'. The keeper. looking a little hurt at Quaids description of his nuts, said "that all depends.........can you solve the riddle?" "the riddle?" asked Quaid. "Yes, the riddle" replied the owner of the numbed nuts. "what riddle would that be?" Quaid continued. "the riddle..." stated the proprietor of the aformentioned desensitised dangly bits, ".........(cue drum roll) of diving! Riddle me this or riddle me that, which of you cut the nuts off me cat?
.........What is it that forces you down more, as you go down, and that forces you up more, as you go up, in the water column?"
"Um " said Quaid...."...well,

[GScrym]

Quaid studied the map carefully whilst travelling on a friendly rather hairy 3 legged cross eyed jack russell on steroids which came from the distant land of the ochil hills where they struck a strong bond from their last adventure!

As they were walking over the hill they saw something which was very unusual indeed. It was so unusual it was hardly ever seen. They saw a little Pixie wearing a fully functioning rebreather. Quaid and his poochy pal approached the pixie. The Pixie introduced himself as "Bob" and intimated that he may well know where Quaid could get his hands on the custom made 'Gold' samurai sword from Okinawa from master craftsman Hattori Hanzo.

Quaid pondered on "Bob's" intimation whilst wondering how his canine friend cocked a leg and still stayed upright. Bob said 'I'm telling you nothing until you stop staring at that dog doing a pawstand'. Quaid apologised for his distraction and said "maybe you can help me bob?? i am trying to find a 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo"
"AAAHHHH!!!!" bob replied "i know where to go and if you cross my palm with silver i shall tell you everything you need to know how to get the sword". With a sadden look upon the poor sprites face he replied "Unfortunately i own no silver, however i do have this mad, drug addled Jack Russell terrier with whom I have shared many experiences and stuck together through thick and thin and is very loyal and answers to the name garr" Quaid replyed. Bob was heartily unimpressed with the offer of a substandard terrier with obvious mental problems and history of drug abuse. Gar put on his best sad puppy eyes, which looked like he had a squint. Bob's harsh pixie heart melted. 'Who could resist such a troubled little fuzzball. I'll give you the info you need to find the 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo. It lies in the possession of the "Keeper of the Mankee Peeg", he obtained it in turn from the cross dressing transylvanian, who stays in a land far away. The cross dresser was once known to Quaid as a sensei of the underwater ways. These days, he preferred frilly undies to underwater. Still keen on tramping across hill and dale, sensei had swapped the joys of the seven sisters for the lesser joys of just two. As the sensei was not great in stature, the lesser joys were sufficient for him.
Quaid set off in search of the keeper of The Mankee Peeg. To help him find her, he asked Bob if he could borrow a tight fitting basque and suspender set that he could hide under his macintosh. The secret thrill of dressing up again would keep his spritis up in his quest. Then he set off, with just a jump to the left............ and then a step to the righhhhhhhhhhhhttttttttt . He put his hands on his hips..."whit ye daen ye big jessie ye?!" demanded Quaid's inner voice, breaking him free of the silky delights of his dance.
Furtively glancing around to make sure no-one had witnessed his cross dressing dance antics, Quaid headed off in the direction of the nearest Master Swordsman, also known to the inner circle as The Keeper of the Mankee Peeg. On his arrival he kneeled before The Swordsman and uttered the words of power. 'Oh My God, look at the size of that, you could have someone's eye out with that thing'. Then turning to look at the impressive array of sharp implements Quaid said "is this one a dive knife?", to which The Keeper (reaching down to his thigh) pulled out the mammy/daddy of all blades and replied "No, THIs is a dive knife, obtained from the Golden Halls of HeeBay, blessed be his name and it bitch slaps that tooth pick from Hattori Hanzo but if that's what you need, I'll help you.' The swordsman unlocked a massive door to reveal a hand crafted and fully fitting Kendo Nagasaki suit and hood combo, complete with zippers up the back. He exhaled slowly in anticipation and his breath escaped him like the low hiss of the tide going out. It really should have been like the tide coming in, but hey even Cowboys make mistakes. Quaid tentatively reached out, only to be slapped on the hand by the keeper. 'Get your hairy little mitts of that you thieving sprite, you can have the sword, not my favourite suit'. Quaid pulled his hand back and saw in the corner, the biggest glitziest ball gown he'd ever seen. "VIB's?" he asked "or am i mistaken, which is a very human failing and not one to be ashamed of at all!"
"No, that belongs to the mighty G." replied the leather clad Kendo lookalike. "He looks after my mighty aray of gimp suits but permission must be sought to wear such garments many have tried and failed as the mighty G is a master P.r.a.t and moves with the stealth and speed of the wind!!! Quaid thought for a moment before deciding that people talked a lot of b******s these days. Feeling a little fed up, Quaid huffed and said 'listen Numb-nuts, am I getting this 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo or not. I've got a sea urchin to get'. The keeper. looking a little hurt at Quaids description of his nuts, said "that all depends.........can you solve the riddle?" "the riddle?" asked Quaid. "Yes, the riddle" replied the owner of the numbed nuts. "what riddle would that be?" Quaid continued. "the riddle..." stated the proprietor of the aformentioned desensitised dangly bits, ".........(cue drum roll) of diving! Riddle me this or riddle me that, which of you cut the nuts off me cat?
.........What is it that forces you down more, as you go down, and that forces you up more, as you go up, in the water column?"
"Um " said Quaid...."...well, if I knew that, I wouldn't be going to see the Mighty G would I. Now where' the chuffin' sword!'

[cowboy]

Quaid studied the map carefully whilst travelling on a friendly rather hairy 3 legged cross eyed jack russell on steroids which came from the distant land of the ochil hills where they struck a strong bond from their last adventure!

As they were walking over the hill they saw something which was very unusual indeed. It was so unusual it was hardly ever seen. They saw a little Pixie wearing a fully functioning rebreather. Quaid and his poochy pal approached the pixie. The Pixie introduced himself as "Bob" and intimated that he may well know where Quaid could get his hands on the custom made 'Gold' samurai sword from Okinawa from master craftsman Hattori Hanzo.

Quaid pondered on "Bob's" intimation whilst wondering how his canine friend cocked a leg and still stayed upright. Bob said 'I'm telling you nothing until you stop staring at that dog doing a pawstand'. Quaid apologised for his distraction and said "maybe you can help me bob?? i am trying to find a 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo"
"AAAHHHH!!!!" bob replied "i know where to go and if you cross my palm with silver i shall tell you everything you need to know how to get the sword". With a sadden look upon the poor sprites face he replied "Unfortunately i own no silver, however i do have this mad, drug addled Jack Russell terrier with whom I have shared many experiences and stuck together through thick and thin and is very loyal and answers to the name garr" Quaid replyed. Bob was heartily unimpressed with the offer of a substandard terrier with obvious mental problems and history of drug abuse. Gar put on his best sad puppy eyes, which looked like he had a squint. Bob's harsh pixie heart melted. 'Who could resist such a troubled little fuzzball. I'll give you the info you need to find the 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo. It lies in the possession of the "Keeper of the Mankee Peeg", he obtained it in turn from the cross dressing transylvanian, who stays in a land far away. The cross dresser was once known to Quaid as a sensei of the underwater ways. These days, he preferred frilly undies to underwater. Still keen on tramping across hill and dale, sensei had swapped the joys of the seven sisters for the lesser joys of just two. As the sensei was not great in stature, the lesser joys were sufficient for him.
Quaid set off in search of the keeper of The Mankee Peeg. To help him find her, he asked Bob if he could borrow a tight fitting basque and suspender set that he could hide under his macintosh. The secret thrill of dressing up again would keep his spritis up in his quest. Then he set off, with just a jump to the left............ and then a step to the righhhhhhhhhhhhttttttttt . He put his hands on his hips..."whit ye daen ye big jessie ye?!" demanded Quaid's inner voice, breaking him free of the silky delights of his dance.
Furtively glancing around to make sure no-one had witnessed his cross dressing dance antics, Quaid headed off in the direction of the nearest Master Swordsman, also known to the inner circle as The Keeper of the Mankee Peeg. On his arrival he kneeled before The Swordsman and uttered the words of power. 'Oh My God, look at the size of that, you could have someone's eye out with that thing'. Then turning to look at the impressive array of sharp implements Quaid said "is this one a dive knife?", to which The Keeper (reaching down to his thigh) pulled out the mammy/daddy of all blades and replied "No, THIs is a dive knife, obtained from the Golden Halls of HeeBay, blessed be his name and it bitch slaps that tooth pick from Hattori Hanzo but if that's what you need, I'll help you.' The swordsman unlocked a massive door to reveal a hand crafted and fully fitting Kendo Nagasaki suit and hood combo, complete with zippers up the back. He exhaled slowly in anticipation and his breath escaped him like the low hiss of the tide going out. It really should have been like the tide coming in, but hey even Cowboys make mistakes. Quaid tentatively reached out, only to be slapped on the hand by the keeper. 'Get your hairy little mitts of that you thieving sprite, you can have the sword, not my favourite suit'. Quaid pulled his hand back and saw in the corner, the biggest glitziest ball gown he'd ever seen. "VIB's?" he asked "or am i mistaken, which is a very human failing and not one to be ashamed of at all!"
"No, that belongs to the mighty G." replied the leather clad Kendo lookalike. "He looks after my mighty aray of gimp suits but permission must be sought to wear such garments many have tried and failed as the mighty G is a master P.r.a.t and moves with the stealth and speed of the wind!!! Quaid thought for a moment before deciding that people talked a lot of b******s these days. Feeling a little fed up, Quaid huffed and said 'listen Numb-nuts, am I getting this 'gold' samurai sword from okinawa from master Hattori Hanzo or not. I've got a sea urchin to get'. The keeper. looking a little hurt at Quaids description of his nuts, said "that all depends.........can you solve the riddle?" "the riddle?" asked Quaid. "Yes, the riddle" replied the owner of the numbed nuts. "what riddle would that be?" Quaid continued. "the riddle..." stated the proprietor of the aformentioned desensitised dangly bits, ".........(cue drum roll) of diving! Riddle me this or riddle me that, which of you cut the nuts off me cat?
.........What is it that forces you down more, as you go down, and that forces you up more, as you go up, in the water column?"
"Um " said Quaid...."...well, if I knew that, I wouldn't be going to see the Mighty G would I. Now where' the chuffin' sword!'
The Keeper merely smiled in Ming-The-Merciless kinda way, sneering " So Quaid, the riddle puzzles you and you find yourself unable to answer! " wahahahaha laughed the Kendo hood wearing evil-doer, in a way only the truly maniacal (and owners of numbed nuts) can.
Quaid stood, legs astride and hands on hips before..........