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[littlegreycells]

Hm, yes, well. Greetings to all of you. I am, as you now doubt have guessed, M. Hercule Poirot. My secretary has convinced me to rejoin this... community of yours in hopes of getting me to be more social. Admittedly, I would prefer to remain in my office but, hélas, we cannot have everything we desire, can we

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[_stinkycheese_]

. . . You don't like cheese, do you?

Are you bald? You look like you would be. Take off your hat so I can see.

*sort of wishes he wasn't in this bubble of nonstinkiness so he could annoy Poirot even more*

[littlegreycells]

Mon Dieu, cheese that speaks?

[_stinkycheese_]

Of course I can talk. Haven't you ever heard of the Stinky Cheese Man? *points to self*

[littlegreycells]

Well, I have now. *bows politely*

[_stinkycheese_]

Well, at least you know now who I am. *lately points at Poirot and laughs* Baldy! Hahahaha! You look funny with no hair in the front of your head!

[littlegreycells]

*offended!* I say *shoves his hat back onto his head* You, Monsieur Fromage, are quite rude.

[_stinkycheese_]

*cheerfully* No one ever said cheese was nice, sir.

[littlegreycells]

... you are right at that. Still, one should expect a bit more politeness out of a person who is potential food. You wouldn't want to be -eaten- for your rudeness, would you?

[_stinkycheese_]

I'm stinky cheese. I don't think I'd taste very good. My smell alone scares away potential cheese lovers.

[littlegreycells]

I'd beware any cheese loving Frenchmen, I hear the "stinky cheese," as you so call it, is a delicacy there.

[_stinkycheese_]

You haven't smelled me, sir. I'm putrid. Disgusting. Without a doubt, rotten.