Rats, his brain is made of caste iron hoops;
couldn't break him with a five ton press,
The Warrior replied, a
trifle pale. I'll try to lift him
With a cattle prod ... You lout!
she hissed, get out of here,
Get help from in the town. He smiled,
still wan but sure
And threw a switch to bring that other world
Where answers live, and hide from all but gifted eyes.
A shadow passed across his absent stare
When Stumpy saw the
screen had sprung to life;
Immobile still, he registered the
gunner's rapid play.
With a sidelong glance Prawn pursed his lips
By crikey Stumpy, you've been traveling wide.
put you onto sites as warped as these?
And here we thought you only
paddled in the tidal pools by day ..
…to be continued
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