I think they are all dead *winks*
*squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak* Surely Death would have said something....
I tihnk they just may be resting, sir.
*squeak squeak squeak* It's the heat, isn't it?
*squeak squeak squeak squeak?* Want some cheese anyway?
I wasn't aware cheese had rinds! I'll have to go see if I can get this done magically! None of this contraption stuff!
The rat's "contraption," as you call it, is very advanced! You've no idea how hard it is to remove cheese rinds, do you?
Obviously not! I just said I had no idea that cheese had rinds!
Do keep up, Stibby.
I'm not the one who needs to keep up, Archchancellor.
You know we're not allowed. Er.
Stibby! Language, please!
You and your sensitivities.
I'm not afraid to be sensitive!
I'm not afraid to run away.
Chee-ow? What fancy word is that?
I think it means goodbye.
I BELIEVE IT REFERS TO FOOD.
It all bloody well sounds the same to me.
That's because you are an uncultured buffoon.
Fancy words, from a poppycocker.
*squeak squeak squeak squeak* er...*slices cheese into little cubes and has Quoth drag out a bowl of punch*
Hmm aint that the tool Nobby was usin yesterday to pare his corns? err no cheese while I'm on duty thanks - but maybe a small glass o' punch to be sociable like....
I say, has anyone seen a small dragon running about? He's an arsonist.
But surely that aint a crime is it sir? I mean after all this IS the century of the er...wossname...and he and his little *ahem* friend are probly consentin' adult dragons....
I see sir. me an' Nobby will go out lookin for 'im soon as we've finished this
cup o' tea paperwork