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Post by Lizziekins on Jul 18, 2007 9:59:49 GMT
Seventeen-forty.
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Post by Cpt Bartholomew on Jul 18, 2007 10:01:37 GMT
Seventeen-forty.
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Post by Lizziekins on Jul 18, 2007 10:34:30 GMT
Look. Will you leave him alone?
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Post by CAM3L on Jul 18, 2007 10:41:28 GMT
All right. Two shekels. Just two. Isn't this fun, eh?
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Post by Cpt Bartholomew on Jul 18, 2007 10:43:12 GMT
Look. He's not giving you any money, so piss off!
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Post by CAM3L on Jul 18, 2007 11:03:44 GMT
All right, sir. My final offer: half a shekel for an old ex-leper.
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Post by Cpt Bartholomew on Jul 18, 2007 11:14:57 GMT
Did you say... 'ex-leper'?
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Post by CAM3L on Jul 18, 2007 11:23:40 GMT
That's right, sir. Sixteen years behind the bell, and proud of it,
sir.
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Post by Cpt Bartholomew on Jul 18, 2007 11:27:27 GMT
Well, what happened?
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Post by Lizziekins on Jul 18, 2007 11:40:35 GMT
I was cured, sir.
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Post by CAM3L on Jul 18, 2007 12:01:20 GMT
Cured?
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Post by Cpt Bartholomew on Jul 18, 2007 12:06:27 GMT
Yes, sir, a bloody miracle, sir. God bless you.
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Post by CAM3L on Jul 18, 2007 12:38:38 GMT
Who cured you?
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Post by Cpt Bartholomew on Jul 18, 2007 13:46:41 GMT
Jesus did, sir. I was hopping along, minding my own business. All of a sudden, up he comes. Cures me. One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next minute my livelihood's gone. Not so much as a by your leave. 'You're cured mate.' Bloody do-gooder.
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Post by CAM3L on Jul 18, 2007 13:55:40 GMT
Well, why don't you go and tell him you want to be a leper again?
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