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Apr 01, 2003 00:57

All right. This does not soddin' amuse.

So I was patrollin' the graveyard, right. Like my coat asked me to. Hadn't seen any vampires yet, but I was ready to beat 'em when I did. Got some, you know, frustration to work off. An' all of a sudden there's this bright light or whatnot and I blacked out.

I woke up here. No ruddy idea where I am. Hear some blokes chantin' in the next room over. Sounds sort of mystical-like.

If I've been snatched up to fulfill some mystical destiny or somesuch, heads will roll. I'm the wrong chappie to be askin' about that. Peaches is the one that's all Mr. Goody-Goody I'm So Tortured Let Me Help You. Me? I'm simple. Nice pack of fags, good pint of Guinness, that's what I wish for in life.

While I'm wishin', though, can someone bring me a decent set of clothes? I'd like to know what sort of bloody ponce kidnaps a bloke and steals his clothes. What AM I wearin'?
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