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screaming_fist: ...preferably, out of rifle range. (gnasche!)	Hostile_Lumpen_Mesomorph: Uh-oh, the contrails are forming little right-angled patterns. There's plaid weather on the way.	Buffoon: He's a shade taller than the others.

Buffoon: My ex-wife's heart lightens up a little each year.	JohnSteed: So, the ex-wife was a smoker too, huh?	Generik: Like a rock. Very much like a rock. Incredibly like a rock. (UnReal, Steed!)

Buffoon: "Nothin' Just shoppin' fer parts."	UnReality: "Look, if he wants to play with your flowers and throw you down the well, he's going to play with your flowers and throw you down the well!"	UnReality: "Down the well. Say hello to Timmy for me."

Soozcat: "Y'know, kid, you're getting kinda heavy. Howsabout you just throw yourself down the well, there's a good girl."	144b: Igor! Fetch the jumper cables!	Indomitus: "You're a great guy, Doc, but I really need my space. I need a house in a nice quiet neighborhood. A place with lots of kids and a well."