Working on escape

[scallywolf]

So I've met some of you. Hello, I'm Remus Lupin

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[blackflagblack]

I hexed singing warts on James's bum for making fun of your shedding. Does that improve your health?

[scallywolf]

Marginally. And depends entirely on what they're singing.

[blackflagblack]

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Well your hearing is mostly back to normal, yes?

[scallywolf]

Things are a bit loud still. And I'm getting the sinking feeling that you made them sing terribly off key. Am I correct> Does that terrible cacophony of noise stem from James's backside?

[blackflagblack]

I was helping.

[scallywolf]

I hear that.

[blackflagblack]

I am helpful.

[scallywolf]

In your own, slightly bizarre way, yes.

[blackflagblack]

I've decided being utterly filthy is only fun and exciting for so long. When the sandrash begins to set in it desists in feeling liberating.

[scallywolf]

Is that so? So you're ready to hunt out civilization now?

[blackflagblack]

I miss my bike.

[scallywolf]

I'm sure it'll be fine back home.

[blackflagblack]

She.

[scallywolf]

Fine, she, if you insist, though I still maintain that non-living though animated object lack gender.

[blackflagblack]

The romance languages- of which I am of course a natural at, them being languages of love- give everything gender, Moonykins. Culture yourself, would you.

And I would also like to debate "non-living."

[scallywolf]

Oh yes, naturally. But we are speaking English here, PAdfoot. The language of lazy sods and complicated grammar.

It's mechanics. Not biology.