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[valetudinarius]

My tonbue. Ith's thwelled all too much an' 'm thtuffed up an' I cahn't breathe 't the bohment. There's thomething in the aiyer here, that disabrees with me mohr and mohr every day. But at leatht 's nawht anythinb wronb wifth my thomach 't the bohment. *sniffs loudly* Exthcube me, am off to bed fohr th' nextht weeb-- week. Fah.

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[capital_r]

*tsks a bit, though he really shouldn't be playful* Oh, drat. Piercing acting up again?

[valetudinarius]

...*sings* I know a wenth an' hith nabe 'th Courthaybac.