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Nabi noted the steadily heated interaction between the two heroes and said conversatorily "I've heard a ferret can incapacitate a dragon when inserted up the rectum (although it'd be polite to ask first, of course)."
Nabi couldnt remember seeing a talking ferret with a '37' tattooed on top of it's head as part of Gothmog's inventory, but then his vision was somewhat blurred.
Mophus managed to stop his licivious licivilising long enough to loquaciously eulogise the merits of the 37th plan, but why it must certainly needs be set aside for a new 38th idea - unfortunately no one spoke portuguese so his talking went unheeded.
"Easy," says Gothmog, rolling his shoulders, hushing to a whisper and leaning in to the crowd, "while I'm telling you my brilliant plan and distracting the lot of you, Felicia the Ferret will crawl down my leg, up Stamm's back and open his backpack straps allowing Edward the Duck to swoop down and hook my blasted tankard YOU GULLIBLE MUPPETS!"
"Was that a ferret running away with a tankard chased by an angry duck?" asked Hawk, moving his eyepatch from eye to eye before he remembered that he wasn't a pirate despite the ear ring, so he must be wearing a barbarian jockstrap on his head.
After another slip, tumble, and crash, Linflassuddenly joined the party by falling down the well on top of everybody else, and as he looked around in mild but drunken surprise, he muttered...
"Oh! So that's what happened to that huge big well I saw on the way to the pub!"
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"Linflas is gay!" said a concussed Gothmog giggling, then looking sad at the looks he got, continued, "I mean, he seems really as happy as I am to be down here in the well with all of you muppets!"
After having a big green elf land on his head, Zed had a moment of inspiration and decided to see if he could squeeze through the crack in the well wall, ferret first.
Fortuntely Hisssa's descent was broken by an already filled bota thrown on the floor previously - not so fortunate for all of the others at the bottom of the well.
Chani shot passed him and hurled herself at the crack in the wall on top, over Zed, but had mininimum chance of budging the the weight of the rubble on her own.
With all the action occuring in the insanely small well bottom, no-one noticed as a red-haired warrior pulled himself from under a squashed melon and exclaimed in a muffled breath: "With so much Guinness in my guts, it's no wonder I have an over-stretched chocolate asterisk."
The grey lord looked down to the bottom of the well and called out "Is there a George down there? I'm looking for George. Gilbert Godfried is looking for him"
Halk looked up and merely belched loudly, then let out a huge, bellowing laugh which echoed right through Wuuf's head, since the poor canine was standing about three steps in front of him at the time.
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Ameena, self-declared Wordweaver, Beastmaker, Thoughtbringer, and great smegger of dungeon editing!
"You know what!" said Chani annoyed, climbing into the oozy smelly crack, "you..you...muppets..can stay here and turn this place into a toilet, and then Alex can set fire to you all!" - and with that she disappeared, as much to escape Gothmog's looks of love.
Syra, who had been thinking intently to herself, suddenly spoke with delight: "I just realised that a meadow full of quantum particles wearing head apparrel would be an atom hat field!"
Gothmog was almost distracted by Syra's wonderfully surreal mind, but realised that he needed to go into the crack to follow his true love - his tankard carrying ferret.
Stamm on the other hand, wasn't concerned with Syra's surreal mind but was rather more interested in her very real soft elf bosom, which he suddenly lunged for inelegantly.
"Why's Stamm drunkenly lunging for my backpack and not my chest?" asked Syra, having hoped the dwarf would have a rummage around, since she had a vi potion stored inside the wooden box.
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