Quaid Rides Again

[GScrym]

Quaid shook himself. After 4 months thinking of where the sparkly urchin might be, he thought he'd better remove his finger from his spritely behind and find the chuffin' thing. He set of with a spring in his step and a .......

[cowboy]

Quaid shook himself. After 4 months thinking of where the sparkly urchin might be, he thought he'd better remove his finger from his spritely behind and find the chuffin' thing. He set of with a spring in his step and a stone in his shoe. he limped terribly and winced from the pain. stopping he leant on a nearby lampost and removed his winklepicker.
"looking for business luv?" queried a svelte black clad special services trained killing machine. "i saw him first" minced one of the other shade-wearing kerb crawlers, "besides you only like to penetrate wrecks, this one's too young for you!"
"well, " sputtered the loose limbed dealer of death, ".........

[GScrym]

Quaid shook himself. After 4 months thinking of where the sparkly urchin might be, he thought he'd better remove his finger from his spritely behind and find the chuffin' thing. He set of with a spring in his step and a stone in his shoe. he limped terribly and winced from the pain. stopping he leant on a nearby lampost and removed his winklepicker.
"looking for business luv?" queried a svelte black clad special services trained killing machine. "i saw him first" minced one of the other shade-wearing kerb crawlers, "besides you only like to penetrate wrecks, this one's too young for you!"
"well, " sputtered the loose limbed dealer of death, "tis true, I much prefer the older bulkhead but would be willing to root around in something newer". Quaid looked up at the svelte blackness and asked if he would help him find the sparkly urchin as time was getting on and he wasn't getting any younger. The killing machine smirked and said "...................

[cowboy]

Quaid shook himself. After 4 months thinking of where the sparkly urchin might be, he thought he'd better remove his finger from his spritely behind and find the chuffin' thing. He set of with a spring in his step and a stone in his shoe. he limped terribly and winced from the pain. stopping he leant on a nearby lampost and removed his winklepicker.
"looking for business luv?" queried a svelte black clad special services trained killing machine. "i saw him first" minced one of the other shade-wearing kerb crawlers, "besides you only like to penetrate wrecks, this one's too young for you!"
"well, " sputtered the loose limbed dealer of death, "tis true, I much prefer the older bulkhead but would be willing to root around in something newer". Quaid looked up at the svelte blackness and asked if he would help him find the sparkly urchin as time was getting on and he wasn't getting any younger. The killing machine smirked and said " the urchin lies within the bowels of a mighty beast, the beast be made of metal, and it's name is only made known to those trained by the special forces -like what i am."
"aw tell us mister" peenjed the diminutive quaid, "or i will throw a wobbly and all the toys shall leave the pram - there is no defence against this even in your blackest of arts"
"ah, but i know the path of feng and the way of the shui" whispered the inky blackness, vanishing before quaid's disbelieving eyes. quaid went very quiet and then with the reflexes of a very old and very ill cat, he.....

[GScrym]

Quaid shook himself. After 4 months thinking of where the sparkly urchin might be, he thought he'd better remove his finger from his spritely behind and find the chuffin' thing. He set of with a spring in his step and a stone in his shoe. he limped terribly and winced from the pain. stopping he leant on a nearby lampost and removed his winklepicker.
"looking for business luv?" queried a svelte black clad special services trained killing machine. "i saw him first" minced one of the other shade-wearing kerb crawlers, "besides you only like to penetrate wrecks, this one's too young for you!"
"well, " sputtered the loose limbed dealer of death, "tis true, I much prefer the older bulkhead but would be willing to root around in something newer". Quaid looked up at the svelte blackness and asked if he would help him find the sparkly urchin as time was getting on and he wasn't getting any younger. The killing machine smirked and said " the urchin lies within the bowels of a mighty beast, the beast be made of metal, and it's name is only made known to those trained by the special forces -like what i am."
"aw tell us mister" peenjed the diminutive quaid, "or i will throw a wobbly and all the toys shall leave the pram - there is no defence against this even in your blackest of arts"
"ah, but i know the path of feng and the way of the shui" whispered the inky blackness, vanishing before quaid's disbelieving eyes. quaid went very quiet and then with the reflexes of a very old and very ill cat, he sat back, licked his bum and had a think. 'Bollocks to all this Chinese crap, I'm gonna get me an urchin". With fresh resolve and a wet rear, he went off to find the inky blackness. Quaid knew he would be lurking in ........

[cowboy]

Quaid shook himself. After 4 months thinking of where the sparkly urchin might be, he thought he'd better remove his finger from his spritely behind and find the chuffin' thing. He set of with a spring in his step and a stone in his shoe. he limped terribly and winced from the pain. stopping he leant on a nearby lampost and removed his winklepicker.
"looking for business luv?" queried a svelte black clad special services trained killing machine. "i saw him first" minced one of the other shade-wearing kerb crawlers, "besides you only like to penetrate wrecks, this one's too young for you!"
"well, " sputtered the loose limbed dealer of death, "tis true, I much prefer the older bulkhead but would be willing to root around in something newer". Quaid looked up at the svelte blackness and asked if he would help him find the sparkly urchin as time was getting on and he wasn't getting any younger. The killing machine smirked and said " the urchin lies within the bowels of a mighty beast, the beast be made of metal, and it's name is only made known to those trained by the special forces -like what i am."
"aw tell us mister" peenjed the diminutive quaid, "or i will throw a wobbly and all the toys shall leave the pram - there is no defence against this even in your blackest of arts"
"ah, but i know the path of feng and the way of the shui" whispered the inky blackness, vanishing before quaid's disbelieving eyes. quaid went very quiet and then with the reflexes of a very old and very ill cat, he sat back, licked his bum and had a think. 'Bollocks to all this Chinese crap, I'm gonna get me an urchin". With fresh resolve and a wet rear, he went off to find the inky blackness. Quaid knew he would be lurking in the shallows of the nearby deepest of deep lochs, looking at his handsets and pressing buttons forlornly while his yellow hydrophobic outer casing (hero in a half shell) lay to one side.
" gies the urchin, ya bass" screeamed Quaid leaping astride the inky one's back.
"OOh er" thought the superbly honed killing machine, "he's a vigorous wee manny, and possibly the one for me"
"come oan" yelled the wee manny " or i'll.......

[GScrym]

Quaid shook himself. After 4 months thinking of where the sparkly urchin might be, he thought he'd better remove his finger from his spritely behind and find the chuffin' thing. He set of with a spring in his step and a stone in his shoe. he limped terribly and winced from the pain. stopping he leant on a nearby lampost and removed his winklepicker.
"looking for business luv?" queried a svelte black clad special services trained killing machine. "i saw him first" minced one of the other shade-wearing kerb crawlers, "besides you only like to penetrate wrecks, this one's too young for you!"
"well, " sputtered the loose limbed dealer of death, "tis true, I much prefer the older bulkhead but would be willing to root around in something newer". Quaid looked up at the svelte blackness and asked if he would help him find the sparkly urchin as time was getting on and he wasn't getting any younger. The killing machine smirked and said " the urchin lies within the bowels of a mighty beast, the beast be made of metal, and it's name is only made known to those trained by the special forces -like what i am."
"aw tell us mister" peenjed the diminutive quaid, "or i will throw a wobbly and all the toys shall leave the pram - there is no defence against this even in your blackest of arts"
"ah, but i know the path of feng and the way of the shui" whispered the inky blackness, vanishing before quaid's disbelieving eyes. quaid went very quiet and then with the reflexes of a very old and very ill cat, he sat back, licked his bum and had a think. 'Bollocks to all this Chinese crap, I'm gonna get me an urchin". With fresh resolve and a wet rear, he went off to find the inky blackness. Quaid knew he would be lurking in the shallows of the nearby deepest of deep lochs, looking at his handsets and pressing buttons forlornly while his yellow hydrophobic outer casing (hero in a half shell) lay to one side.
" gies the urchin, ya bass" screeamed Quaid leaping astride the inky one's back.
"OOh er" thought the superbly honed killing machine, "he's a vigorous wee manny, and possibly the one for me"
"come oan" yelled the wee manny " or i'll tell everyone that you were never trained by the special forces. I'll tell them you were trained by the Teletubbies. The inky blackness (who will hence forth be referred to as inky winky) looked shocked and said "tell no-one or the urchin will never be yours".
"Look Inky Winky, gimme the %$%%**$ urchin or the photos of you and Tinkie Winkie go on t'internet. Capishe!"
"Very well, I'll tell you where to get the urchin. It's sits, hidden in the.........

[Fiona]

Quaid shook himself. After 4 months thinking of where the sparkly urchin might be, he thought he'd better remove his finger from his spritely behind and find the chuffin' thing. He set of with a spring in his step and a stone in his shoe. he limped terribly and winced from the pain. stopping he leant on a nearby lampost and removed his winklepicker.
"looking for business luv?" queried a svelte black clad special services trained killing machine. "i saw him first" minced one of the other shade-wearing kerb crawlers, "besides you only like to penetrate wrecks, this one's too young for you!"
"well, " sputtered the loose limbed dealer of death, "tis true, I much prefer the older bulkhead but would be willing to root around in something newer". Quaid looked up at the svelte blackness and asked if he would help him find the sparkly urchin as time was getting on and he wasn't getting any younger. The killing machine smirked and said " the urchin lies within the bowels of a mighty beast, the beast be made of metal, and it's name is only made known to those trained by the special forces -like what i am."
"aw tell us mister" peenjed the diminutive quaid, "or i will throw a wobbly and all the toys shall leave the pram - there is no defence against this even in your blackest of arts"
"ah, but i know the path of feng and the way of the shui" whispered the inky blackness, vanishing before quaid's disbelieving eyes. quaid went very quiet and then with the reflexes of a very old and very ill cat, he sat back, licked his bum and had a think. 'Bollocks to all this Chinese crap, I'm gonna get me an urchin". With fresh resolve and a wet rear, he went off to find the inky blackness. Quaid knew he would be lurking in the shallows of the nearby deepest of deep lochs, looking at his handsets and pressing buttons forlornly while his yellow hydrophobic outer casing (hero in a half shell) lay to one side.
" gies the urchin, ya bass" screeamed Quaid leaping astride the inky one's back.
"OOh er" thought the superbly honed killing machine, "he's a vigorous wee manny, and possibly the one for me"
"come oan" yelled the wee manny " or i'll tell everyone that you were never trained by the special forces. I'll tell them you were trained by the Teletubbies. The inky blackness (who will hence forth be referred to as inky winky) looked shocked and said "tell no-one or the urchin will never be yours".
"Look Inky Winky, gimme the %$%%**$ urchin or the photos of you and Tinkie Winkie go on t'internet. Capishe!"
"Very well, I'll tell you where to get the urchin. It's sits, hidden in the deepest, darkest corner of the mighty Fargkram in the remote waters of Wolf Pacsa. Proceed with your quest at your own peril!"

[GScrym]

Quaid shook himself. After 4 months thinking of where the sparkly urchin might be, he thought he'd better remove his finger from his spritely behind and find the chuffin' thing. He set of with a spring in his step and a stone in his shoe. he limped terribly and winced from the pain. stopping he leant on a nearby lampost and removed his winklepicker.
"looking for business luv?" queried a svelte black clad special services trained killing machine. "i saw him first" minced one of the other shade-wearing kerb crawlers, "besides you only like to penetrate wrecks, this one's too young for you!"
"well, " sputtered the loose limbed dealer of death, "tis true, I much prefer the older bulkhead but would be willing to root around in something newer". Quaid looked up at the svelte blackness and asked if he would help him find the sparkly urchin as time was getting on and he wasn't getting any younger. The killing machine smirked and said " the urchin lies within the bowels of a mighty beast, the beast be made of metal, and it's name is only made known to those trained by the special forces -like what i am."
"aw tell us mister" peenjed the diminutive quaid, "or i will throw a wobbly and all the toys shall leave the pram - there is no defence against this even in your blackest of arts"
"ah, but i know the path of feng and the way of the shui" whispered the inky blackness, vanishing before quaid's disbelieving eyes. quaid went very quiet and then with the reflexes of a very old and very ill cat, he sat back, licked his bum and had a think. 'Bollocks to all this Chinese crap, I'm gonna get me an urchin". With fresh resolve and a wet rear, he went off to find the inky blackness. Quaid knew he would be lurking in the shallows of the nearby deepest of deep lochs, looking at his handsets and pressing buttons forlornly while his yellow hydrophobic outer casing (hero in a half shell) lay to one side.
" gies the urchin, ya bass" screeamed Quaid leaping astride the inky one's back.
"OOh er" thought the superbly honed killing machine, "he's a vigorous wee manny, and possibly the one for me"
"come oan" yelled the wee manny " or i'll tell everyone that you were never trained by the special forces. I'll tell them you were trained by the Teletubbies. The inky blackness (who will hence forth be referred to as inky winky) looked shocked and said "tell no-one or the urchin will never be yours".
"Look Inky Winky, gimme the %$%%**$ urchin or the photos of you and Tinkie Winkie go on t'internet. Capishe!"
"Very well, I'll tell you where to get the urchin. It's sits, hidden in the deepest, darkest corner of the mighty Fargkram in the remote waters of Wolf Pacsa. Proceed with your quest at your own peril!"
"Bloody great" huffed the hairy one as he got down off Inky Winky, "it couldn't be in chuffin Loch Long with the rest of the urchins". He dragged his hairy feet along as he went to find a book so that he could find the location of the urchin. He also had to find someone to read the book to him as reading wasn't compulsory at St Furball's School For Delinquent Urchins.

[cowboy]

Quaid shook himself. After 4 months thinking of where the sparkly urchin might be, he thought he'd better remove his finger from his spritely behind and find the chuffin' thing. He set of with a spring in his step and a stone in his shoe. he limped terribly and winced from the pain. stopping he leant on a nearby lampost and removed his winklepicker.
"looking for business luv?" queried a svelte black clad special services trained killing machine. "i saw him first" minced one of the other shade-wearing kerb crawlers, "besides you only like to penetrate wrecks, this one's too young for you!"
"well, " sputtered the loose limbed dealer of death, "tis true, I much prefer the older bulkhead but would be willing to root around in something newer". Quaid looked up at the svelte blackness and asked if he would help him find the sparkly urchin as time was getting on and he wasn't getting any younger. The killing machine smirked and said " the urchin lies within the bowels of a mighty beast, the beast be made of metal, and it's name is only made known to those trained by the special forces -like what i am."
"aw tell us mister" peenjed the diminutive quaid, "or i will throw a wobbly and all the toys shall leave the pram - there is no defence against this even in your blackest of arts"
"ah, but i know the path of feng and the way of the shui" whispered the inky blackness, vanishing before quaid's disbelieving eyes. quaid went very quiet and then with the reflexes of a very old and very ill cat, he sat back, licked his bum and had a think. 'Bollocks to all this Chinese crap, I'm gonna get me an urchin". With fresh resolve and a wet rear, he went off to find the inky blackness. Quaid knew he would be lurking in the shallows of the nearby deepest of deep lochs, looking at his handsets and pressing buttons forlornly while his yellow hydrophobic outer casing (hero in a half shell) lay to one side.
" gies the urchin, ya bass" screeamed Quaid leaping astride the inky one's back.
"OOh er" thought the superbly honed killing machine, "he's a vigorous wee manny, and possibly the one for me"
"come oan" yelled the wee manny " or i'll tell everyone that you were never trained by the special forces. I'll tell them you were trained by the Teletubbies. The inky blackness (who will hence forth be referred to as inky winky) looked shocked and said "tell no-one or the urchin will never be yours".
"Look Inky Winky, gimme the %$%%**$ urchin or the photos of you and Tinkie Winkie go on t'internet. Capishe!"
"Very well, I'll tell you where to get the urchin. It's sits, hidden in the deepest, darkest corner of the mighty Fargkram in the remote waters of Wolf Pacsa. Proceed with your quest at your own peril!"
"Bloody great" huffed the hairy one as he got down off Inky Winky, "it couldn't be in chuffin Loch Long with the rest of the urchins". He dragged his hairy feet along as he went to find a book so that he could find the location of the urchin. He also had to find someone to read the book to him as reading wasn't compulsory at St Furball's School For Delinquent Urchins.
He dragged his furry little size 6's along the road until he met a large troll like creature dressed head to foot in rubber standing on the path that led to the entrance to Nirakvm, gateway to the Wolf Pasca.
"Don't go " quoth the troll, "it's awfy dark down there and full o' metal!"
" i have a torch from the Land of Nod in the deep south" replied Quaid.
"Lucky bastard" requoth the troll" ah lost mine! Beware of the lure of the metal, it talks to you and you fall in love with the awesome Nug, wanting to envelope it in your thighs and........" . The troll entered a dreamlike state, which Quaid recognised as Sisocran - an intoxicated state trolls develop when in deep thought.
This was his chance to slip by, for he had recognised the troll and new that where the troll went he usually took his escort, and this creature was famous for the noxious air and thick choking smoke it produced.
Quickly Quaid.....

[GScrym]

Quaid shook himself. After 4 months thinking of where the sparkly urchin might be, he thought he'd better remove his finger from his spritely behind and find the chuffin' thing. He set of with a spring in his step and a stone in his shoe. he limped terribly and winced from the pain. stopping he leant on a nearby lampost and removed his winklepicker.
"looking for business luv?" queried a svelte black clad special services trained killing machine. "i saw him first" minced one of the other shade-wearing kerb crawlers, "besides you only like to penetrate wrecks, this one's too young for you!"
"well, " sputtered the loose limbed dealer of death, "tis true, I much prefer the older bulkhead but would be willing to root around in something newer". Quaid looked up at the svelte blackness and asked if he would help him find the sparkly urchin as time was getting on and he wasn't getting any younger. The killing machine smirked and said " the urchin lies within the bowels of a mighty beast, the beast be made of metal, and it's name is only made known to those trained by the special forces -like what i am."
"aw tell us mister" peenjed the diminutive quaid, "or i will throw a wobbly and all the toys shall leave the pram - there is no defence against this even in your blackest of arts"
"ah, but i know the path of feng and the way of the shui" whispered the inky blackness, vanishing before quaid's disbelieving eyes. quaid went very quiet and then with the reflexes of a very old and very ill cat, he sat back, licked his bum and had a think. 'Bollocks to all this Chinese crap, I'm gonna get me an urchin". With fresh resolve and a wet rear, he went off to find the inky blackness. Quaid knew he would be lurking in the shallows of the nearby deepest of deep lochs, looking at his handsets and pressing buttons forlornly while his yellow hydrophobic outer casing (hero in a half shell) lay to one side.
" gies the urchin, ya bass" screeamed Quaid leaping astride the inky one's back.
"OOh er" thought the superbly honed killing machine, "he's a vigorous wee manny, and possibly the one for me"
"come oan" yelled the wee manny " or i'll tell everyone that you were never trained by the special forces. I'll tell them you were trained by the Teletubbies. The inky blackness (who will hence forth be referred to as inky winky) looked shocked and said "tell no-one or the urchin will never be yours".
"Look Inky Winky, gimme the %$%%**$ urchin or the photos of you and Tinkie Winkie go on t'internet. Capishe!"
"Very well, I'll tell you where to get the urchin. It's sits, hidden in the deepest, darkest corner of the mighty Fargkram in the remote waters of Wolf Pacsa. Proceed with your quest at your own peril!"
"Bloody great" huffed the hairy one as he got down off Inky Winky, "it couldn't be in chuffin Loch Long with the rest of the urchins". He dragged his hairy feet along as he went to find a book so that he could find the location of the urchin. He also had to find someone to read the book to him as reading wasn't compulsory at St Furball's School For Delinquent Urchins.
He dragged his furry little size 6's along the road until he met a large troll like creature dressed head to foot in rubber standing on the path that led to the entrance to Nirakvm, gateway to the Wolf Pasca.
"Don't go " quoth the troll, "it's awfy dark down there and full o' metal!"
" i have a torch from the Land of Nod in the deep south" replied Quaid.
"Lucky bastard" requoth the troll" ah lost mine! Beware of the lure of the metal, it talks to you and you fall in love with the awesome Nug, wanting to envelope it in your thighs and........" . The troll entered a dreamlike state, which Quaid recognised as Sisocran - an intoxicated state trolls develop when in deep thought.
This was his chance to slip by, for he had recognised the troll and new that where the troll went he usually took his escort, and this creature was famous for the noxious air and thick choking smoke it produced.
Quickly Quaid donned a gas mask. He always carried such a thing for when he was troubled as the rubbery smell inside comforted him. He walked behind the troll as he looked for his escort, a fragrant being named..............

[cowboy]

Quaid shook himself. After 4 months thinking of where the sparkly urchin might be, he thought he'd better remove his finger from his spritely behind and find the chuffin' thing. He set of with a spring in his step and a stone in his shoe. he limped terribly and winced from the pain. stopping he leant on a nearby lampost and removed his winklepicker.
"looking for business luv?" queried a svelte black clad special services trained killing machine. "i saw him first" minced one of the other shade-wearing kerb crawlers, "besides you only like to penetrate wrecks, this one's too young for you!"
"well, " sputtered the loose limbed dealer of death, "tis true, I much prefer the older bulkhead but would be willing to root around in something newer". Quaid looked up at the svelte blackness and asked if he would help him find the sparkly urchin as time was getting on and he wasn't getting any younger. The killing machine smirked and said " the urchin lies within the bowels of a mighty beast, the beast be made of metal, and it's name is only made known to those trained by the special forces -like what i am."
"aw tell us mister" peenjed the diminutive quaid, "or i will throw a wobbly and all the toys shall leave the pram - there is no defence against this even in your blackest of arts"
"ah, but i know the path of feng and the way of the shui" whispered the inky blackness, vanishing before quaid's disbelieving eyes. quaid went very quiet and then with the reflexes of a very old and very ill cat, he sat back, licked his bum and had a think. 'Bollocks to all this Chinese crap, I'm gonna get me an urchin". With fresh resolve and a wet rear, he went off to find the inky blackness. Quaid knew he would be lurking in the shallows of the nearby deepest of deep lochs, looking at his handsets and pressing buttons forlornly while his yellow hydrophobic outer casing (hero in a half shell) lay to one side.
" gies the urchin, ya bass" screeamed Quaid leaping astride the inky one's back.
"OOh er" thought the superbly honed killing machine, "he's a vigorous wee manny, and possibly the one for me"
"come oan" yelled the wee manny " or i'll tell everyone that you were never trained by the special forces. I'll tell them you were trained by the Teletubbies. The inky blackness (who will hence forth be referred to as inky winky) looked shocked and said "tell no-one or the urchin will never be yours".
"Look Inky Winky, gimme the %$%%**$ urchin or the photos of you and Tinkie Winkie go on t'internet. Capishe!"
"Very well, I'll tell you where to get the urchin. It's sits, hidden in the deepest, darkest corner of the mighty Fargkram in the remote waters of Wolf Pacsa. Proceed with your quest at your own peril!"
"Bloody great" huffed the hairy one as he got down off Inky Winky, "it couldn't be in chuffin Loch Long with the rest of the urchins". He dragged his hairy feet along as he went to find a book so that he could find the location of the urchin. He also had to find someone to read the book to him as reading wasn't compulsory at St Furball's School For Delinquent Urchins.
He dragged his furry little size 6's along the road until he met a large troll like creature dressed head to foot in rubber standing on the path that led to the entrance to Nirakvm, gateway to the Wolf Pasca.
"Don't go " quoth the troll, "it's awfy dark down there and full o' metal!"
" i have a torch from the Land of Nod in the deep south" replied Quaid.
"Lucky bastard" requoth the troll" ah lost mine! Beware of the lure of the metal, it talks to you and you fall in love with the awesome Nug, wanting to envelope it in your thighs and........" . The troll entered a dreamlike state, which Quaid recognised as Sisocran - an intoxicated state trolls develop when in deep thought.
This was his chance to slip by, for he had recognised the troll and new that where the troll went he usually took his escort, and this creature was famous for the noxious air and thick choking smoke it produced.
Quickly Quaid donned a gas mask. He always carried such a thing for when he was troubled as the rubbery smell inside comforted him. He walked behind the troll as he looked for his escort, a fragrant being named Einnor, an elf from the ancient times. Einnor was easy to recognise as he was usually accompanied by the junior elf Lienad.
As he trailed the troll (you try saying it) , Quaid heard the sing song voices of the elven folk. "can i drive your big truck?" quoth Lienad, and " take the keys out quickly!" replied Einnor- giving the ancient response to the elfling's attempt to learn to drive while still unable to reach the pedals.
As the twosome approached their ally the troll, quaid......

[Fiona]

Quaid shook himself. After 4 months thinking of where the sparkly urchin might be, he thought he'd better remove his finger from his spritely behind and find the chuffin' thing. He set of with a spring in his step and a stone in his shoe. he limped terribly and winced from the pain. stopping he leant on a nearby lampost and removed his winklepicker.
"looking for business luv?" queried a svelte black clad special services trained killing machine. "i saw him first" minced one of the other shade-wearing kerb crawlers, "besides you only like to penetrate wrecks, this one's too young for you!"
"well, " sputtered the loose limbed dealer of death, "tis true, I much prefer the older bulkhead but would be willing to root around in something newer". Quaid looked up at the svelte blackness and asked if he would help him find the sparkly urchin as time was getting on and he wasn't getting any younger. The killing machine smirked and said " the urchin lies within the bowels of a mighty beast, the beast be made of metal, and it's name is only made known to those trained by the special forces -like what i am."
"aw tell us mister" peenjed the diminutive quaid, "or i will throw a wobbly and all the toys shall leave the pram - there is no defence against this even in your blackest of arts"
"ah, but i know the path of feng and the way of the shui" whispered the inky blackness, vanishing before quaid's disbelieving eyes. quaid went very quiet and then with the reflexes of a very old and very ill cat, he sat back, licked his bum and had a think. 'Bollocks to all this Chinese crap, I'm gonna get me an urchin". With fresh resolve and a wet rear, he went off to find the inky blackness. Quaid knew he would be lurking in the shallows of the nearby deepest of deep lochs, looking at his handsets and pressing buttons forlornly while his yellow hydrophobic outer casing (hero in a half shell) lay to one side.
" gies the urchin, ya bass" screeamed Quaid leaping astride the inky one's back.
"OOh er" thought the superbly honed killing machine, "he's a vigorous wee manny, and possibly the one for me"
"come oan" yelled the wee manny " or i'll tell everyone that you were never trained by the special forces. I'll tell them you were trained by the Teletubbies. The inky blackness (who will hence forth be referred to as inky winky) looked shocked and said "tell no-one or the urchin will never be yours".
"Look Inky Winky, gimme the %$%%**$ urchin or the photos of you and Tinkie Winkie go on t'internet. Capishe!"
"Very well, I'll tell you where to get the urchin. It's sits, hidden in the deepest, darkest corner of the mighty Fargkram in the remote waters of Wolf Pacsa. Proceed with your quest at your own peril!"
"Bloody great" huffed the hairy one as he got down off Inky Winky, "it couldn't be in chuffin Loch Long with the rest of the urchins". He dragged his hairy feet along as he went to find a book so that he could find the location of the urchin. He also had to find someone to read the book to him as reading wasn't compulsory at St Furball's School For Delinquent Urchins.
He dragged his furry little size 6's along the road until he met a large troll like creature dressed head to foot in rubber standing on the path that led to the entrance to Nirakvm, gateway to the Wolf Pasca.
"Don't go " quoth the troll, "it's awfy dark down there and full o' metal!"
" i have a torch from the Land of Nod in the deep south" replied Quaid.
"Lucky bastard" requoth the troll" ah lost mine! Beware of the lure of the metal, it talks to you and you fall in love with the awesome Nug, wanting to envelope it in your thighs and........" . The troll entered a dreamlike state, which Quaid recognised as Sisocran - an intoxicated state trolls develop when in deep thought.
This was his chance to slip by, for he had recognised the troll and new that where the troll went he usually took his escort, and this creature was famous for the noxious air and thick choking smoke it produced.
Quickly Quaid donned a gas mask. He always carried such a thing for when he was troubled as the rubbery smell inside comforted him. He walked behind the troll as he looked for his escort, a fragrant being named Einnor, an elf from the ancient times. Einnor was easy to recognise as he was usually accompanied by the junior elf Lienad.
As he trailed the troll (you try saying it) , Quaid heard the sing song voices of the elven folk. "can i drive your big truck?" quoth Lienad, and " take the keys out quickly!" replied Einnor- giving the ancient response to the elfling's attempt to learn to drive while still unable to reach the pedals.
As the twosome approached their ally the troll, quaid realised that there were life forms out there capable of speaking as much mince as him.

[divermckay]

Quaid shook himself. After 4 months thinking of where the sparkly urchin might be, he thought he'd better remove his finger from his spritely behind and find the chuffin' thing. He set of with a spring in his step and a stone in his shoe. he limped terribly and winced from the pain. stopping he leant on a nearby lampost and removed his winklepicker.
"looking for business luv?" queried a svelte black clad special services trained killing machine. "i saw him first" minced one of the other shade-wearing kerb crawlers, "besides you only like to penetrate wrecks, this one's too young for you!"
"well, " sputtered the loose limbed dealer of death, "tis true, I much prefer the older bulkhead but would be willing to root around in something newer". Quaid looked up at the svelte blackness and asked if he would help him find the sparkly urchin as time was getting on and he wasn't getting any younger. The killing machine smirked and said " the urchin lies within the bowels of a mighty beast, the beast be made of metal, and it's name is only made known to those trained by the special forces -like what i am."
"aw tell us mister" peenjed the diminutive quaid, "or i will throw a wobbly and all the toys shall leave the pram - there is no defence against this even in your blackest of arts"
"ah, but i know the path of feng and the way of the shui" whispered the inky blackness, vanishing before quaid's disbelieving eyes. quaid went very quiet and then with the reflexes of a very old and very ill cat, he sat back, licked his bum and had a think. 'Bollocks to all this Chinese crap, I'm gonna get me an urchin". With fresh resolve and a wet rear, he went off to find the inky blackness. Quaid knew he would be lurking in the shallows of the nearby deepest of deep lochs, looking at his handsets and pressing buttons forlornly while his yellow hydrophobic outer casing (hero in a half shell) lay to one side.
" gies the urchin, ya bass" screeamed Quaid leaping astride the inky one's back.
"OOh er" thought the superbly honed killing machine, "he's a vigorous wee manny, and possibly the one for me"
"come oan" yelled the wee manny " or i'll tell everyone that you were never trained by the special forces. I'll tell them you were trained by the Teletubbies. The inky blackness (who will hence forth be referred to as inky winky) looked shocked and said "tell no-one or the urchin will never be yours".
"Look Inky Winky, gimme the %$%%**$ urchin or the photos of you and Tinkie Winkie go on t'internet. Capishe!"
"Very well, I'll tell you where to get the urchin. It's sits, hidden in the deepest, darkest corner of the mighty Fargkram in the remote waters of Wolf Pacsa. Proceed with your quest at your own peril!"
"Bloody great" huffed the hairy one as he got down off Inky Winky, "it couldn't be in chuffin Loch Long with the rest of the urchins". He dragged his hairy feet along as he went to find a book so that he could find the location of the urchin. He also had to find someone to read the book to him as reading wasn't compulsory at St Furball's School For Delinquent Urchins.
He dragged his furry little size 6's along the road until he met a large troll like creature dressed head to foot in rubber standing on the path that led to the entrance to Nirakvm, gateway to the Wolf Pasca.
"Don't go " quoth the troll, "it's awfy dark down there and full o' metal!"
" i have a torch from the Land of Nod in the deep south" replied Quaid.
"Lucky bastard" requoth the troll" ah lost mine! Beware of the lure of the metal, it talks to you and you fall in love with the awesome Nug, wanting to envelope it in your thighs and........" . The troll entered a dreamlike state, which Quaid recognised as Sisocran - an intoxicated state trolls develop when in deep thought.
This was his chance to slip by, for he had recognised the troll and new that where the troll went he usually took his escort, and this creature was famous for the noxious air and thick choking smoke it produced.
Quickly Quaid donned a gas mask. He always carried such a thing for when he was troubled as the rubbery smell inside comforted him. He walked behind the troll as he looked for his escort, a fragrant being named Einnor, an elf from the ancient times. Einnor was easy to recognise as he was usually accompanied by the junior elf Lienad.
As he trailed the troll (you try saying it) , Quaid heard the sing song voices of the elven folk. "can i drive your big truck?" quoth Lienad, and " take the keys out quickly!" replied Einnor- giving the ancient response to the elfling's attempt to learn to drive while still unable to reach the pedals.
As the twosome approached their ally the troll, quaid realised that there were life forms out there capable of speaking as much mince as him.
The troll tried turning to torment the trailing tyrant, the one that seemed to be in the ever present smog where ever he went, but his allies Einnor and Lienad pointed out that he wouldnt be found until the sky clouded over, erradicating the shadows below the troll. Quaid, hiding in the shadows of the eclipse created by the troll prayed for assistance.

[divermckay]

Quaid shook himself. After 4 months thinking of where the sparkly urchin might be, he thought he'd better remove his finger from his spritely behind and find the chuffin' thing. He set of with a spring in his step and a stone in his shoe. he limped terribly and winced from the pain. stopping he leant on a nearby lampost and removed his winklepicker.
"looking for business luv?" queried a svelte black clad special services trained killing machine. "i saw him first" minced one of the other shade-wearing kerb crawlers, "besides you only like to penetrate wrecks, this one's too young for you!"
"well, " sputtered the loose limbed dealer of death, "tis true, I much prefer the older bulkhead but would be willing to root around in something newer". Quaid looked up at the svelte blackness and asked if he would help him find the sparkly urchin as time was getting on and he wasn't getting any younger. The killing machine smirked and said " the urchin lies within the bowels of a mighty beast, the beast be made of metal, and it's name is only made known to those trained by the special forces -like what i am."
"aw tell us mister" peenjed the diminutive quaid, "or i will throw a wobbly and all the toys shall leave the pram - there is no defence against this even in your blackest of arts"
"ah, but i know the path of feng and the way of the shui" whispered the inky blackness, vanishing before quaid's disbelieving eyes. quaid went very quiet and then with the reflexes of a very old and very ill cat, he sat back, licked his bum and had a think. 'Bollocks to all this Chinese crap, I'm gonna get me an urchin". With fresh resolve and a wet rear, he went off to find the inky blackness. Quaid knew he would be lurking in the shallows of the nearby deepest of deep lochs, looking at his handsets and pressing buttons forlornly while his yellow hydrophobic outer casing (hero in a half shell) lay to one side.
" gies the urchin, ya bass" screeamed Quaid leaping astride the inky one's back.
"OOh er" thought the superbly honed killing machine, "he's a vigorous wee manny, and possibly the one for me"
"come oan" yelled the wee manny " or i'll tell everyone that you were never trained by the special forces. I'll tell them you were trained by the Teletubbies. The inky blackness (who will hence forth be referred to as inky winky) looked shocked and said "tell no-one or the urchin will never be yours".
"Look Inky Winky, gimme the %$%%**$ urchin or the photos of you and Tinkie Winkie go on t'internet. Capishe!"
"Very well, I'll tell you where to get the urchin. It's sits, hidden in the deepest, darkest corner of the mighty Fargkram in the remote waters of Wolf Pacsa. Proceed with your quest at your own peril!"
"Bloody great" huffed the hairy one as he got down off Inky Winky, "it couldn't be in chuffin Loch Long with the rest of the urchins". He dragged his hairy feet along as he went to find a book so that he could find the location of the urchin. He also had to find someone to read the book to him as reading wasn't compulsory at St Furball's School For Delinquent Urchins.
He dragged his furry little size 6's along the road until he met a large troll like creature dressed head to foot in rubber standing on the path that led to the entrance to Nirakvm, gateway to the Wolf Pasca.
"Don't go " quoth the troll, "it's awfy dark down there and full o' metal!"
" i have a torch from the Land of Nod in the deep south" replied Quaid.
"Lucky bastard" requoth the troll" ah lost mine! Beware of the lure of the metal, it talks to you and you fall in love with the awesome Nug, wanting to envelope it in your thighs and........" . The troll entered a dreamlike state, which Quaid recognised as Sisocran - an intoxicated state trolls develop when in deep thought.
This was his chance to slip by, for he had recognised the troll and new that where the troll went he usually took his escort, and this creature was famous for the noxious air and thick choking smoke it produced.
Quickly Quaid donned a gas mask. He always carried such a thing for when he was troubled as the rubbery smell inside comforted him. He walked behind the troll as he looked for his escort, a fragrant being named Einnor, an elf from the ancient times. Einnor was easy to recognise as he was usually accompanied by the junior elf Lienad.
As he trailed the troll (you try saying it) , Quaid heard the sing song voices of the elven folk. "can i drive your big truck?" quoth Lienad, and " take the keys out quickly!" replied Einnor- giving the ancient response to the elfling's attempt to learn to drive while still unable to reach the pedals.
As the twosome approached their ally the troll, quaid realised that there were life forms out there capable of speaking as much mince as him.
The troll tried turning to torment the trailing tyrant, the one that seemed to be in the ever present smog where ever he went, but his allies Einnor and Lienad pointed out that he wouldnt be found until the sky clouded over, erradicating the shadows below the troll. Quaid, hiding in the shadows of the eclipse created by the troll prayed for assistance.
Assistance arrived in the form of a nuclear assualt by the fairies of KRIKLAF which ended in Nuclear armageddon. Not a living thing survived. Here ends the saga of quaid. RIP2006 till 2007