Memorandum #1.

[hello_zukohere]

Oh, how alarming this all is! I fear I may just faint at the thought.

...

Someone! Fetch me a ham sandwich!
Or perhaps some hay, if there's none to be had. There is of course nothing like eating that when you're faint.

Comments

[bamf_inthenight]

I must confess I've never been found myself so faint as to be drooling over a clump of that dryish hay stuff.
Works well, does it?

[hello_zukohere]

I never said it worked well. Though, there is nothing like it.

[bamf_inthenight]

I'm sure there isn't, freund.
You're sure there's no ham left then? Ravishing and plundering is terrifically hard work.

[hello_zukohere]

Quite right.

Then, and now. Surely if there was some to be had I'd have my sandwich by now. Or perhaps it is my men that have gone missing. The knaves.

[bamf_inthenight]

Yer good help all scarpered off, have they? Same as always.
Now me- you see- I always work on me lonesome. Don't have to divide the booty up that way.