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[gredn0tforge]

[You know those little wooden wind up toys shaped like a turkey? The ones that can't do more than march across a table and half way back again?

Well, he has found himself one.]

They can't be serious. Someone do be kind enough to tell me your holidays aren't always this lacking, else they'll've made good ol' Professor Binns look lively. [--PING]

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[hiddenphantasm]

...History of Magic?

[gredn0tforge]

That's the one- still think it should've been called The Sleeping Hour, myself.

[hiddenphantasm]

What is it?

[gredn0tforge]

What's what? [brb being a pain]

[mustloveplants]

...That what they use for this holiday?

[gredn0tforge]

Looks to be exactly what they use.

[mustloveplants]

Seems like a bit of a strange thing to use for it.

[gredn0tforge]

Should've showed you last months chickens, then.

[forgenotgred]

I'd rather not remember the nightmares dreamt during dear Professor Binns' drawls, if you please.

[POKES THE TURKEY TOY] It doesn't even talk?

[gredn0tforge]

Imagine they would've been more interesting than class, anyhow.

[....GOOD QUESTION.] Dunno, Fred, have you tried asking it anything?

[forgenotgred]

Undoubtedly.

You haven't properly introduced us yet, George.

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[gredn0tforge]

Too late to beg your forgiveness, dearest brother?

[POINTS TO THE TURKEY] Tristan, meet Fred. [POINTS TO YOU] Fred, meet Tristan.

[lucenombra]

baaaaaaabe. [she sounds so bored, BE AFRAID]

[gredn0tforge]

[IS AFRAID only not. 83] Seen one o' these yet, Trish? [Displays turkey. Yes. Because it is that amusing.]

[lucenombra]

Yeah, we fry them and then drop kick them. I'm bored.

[gredn0tforge]

Makes the both us of, I'm afraid.