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[A man is riding into camp on a white tiger, wearing only a bathtowel. While carrying a bottle of Old Spice bodywash. He slides off his mighty steed with ease, pets it fondly between its ears, and it runs off to new pastures. The man brushes himself off, looks around, and seems pleased.]
Ah. C-F-U-D. We finally meet. It could not have happened at a better time.
[OOC: Old Spice'ed out.]
Ah. C-F-U-D. We finally meet. It could not have happened at a better time.
[OOC: Old Spice'ed out.]