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[avastwindmills]

*bows gallantly, holding his 'helmet' to keep it from slipping over his eyes*

Don Quixote de La Mancha is come to right all wrongs, and save the innocent from dire peril! Any maiden who is in trouble. Any flowerpot that is oppressed. Any village that is in the grip of a rancid dragon. I will save the day and bring good and peace once more!

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[yeromyhero]

Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Don Quixote.

Typist: SQUEE.

[avastwindmills]

You are not some vile tyrant or scurvy knave, sir? If so, I would have to rend you limb from limb and ear from ear!

[yeromyhero]

Oh, well, last time I checked...no, I wasn't. *smiles*

[avastwindmills]

Then are you a lowly tiller of the earth, plagued by flying porcupines and smoking beetles?

[jehan_prouvaire]

Hallo! It's so lovely to make your acquaintance! I'm Jehan Prouvaire; Jehan is just fine. :) <-- a smiling face!

Oh! Oh! Perhaps you can help, then! My pot of flowers is horrible oppressed. You see, neither of us have enough money to buy him an office so he can pursue his psychiatric career, and he's rather stuck writing his thesis and not doing much else, and he's quite bitter about it! Perhaps... if you could help... But don't trouble yourself if it's too much (or I'm confusing you, oh dear).

It's lovely to have you here!

Typist: yes, you saw me freak out. OMG. I can't breathe. OMG. It's Don Quixote. Oh God. Thankyouthankyouthankyouohmygod.

[avastwindmills]

Fear not, fair maiden! I will rescue your flowerpot from its vile oppressors, so that never a leaf on its fair stems shall feel the touch of that vile scum ever again! Let oceans flame, let typhoons sing, your flowerpot will be saved!!!! *rides off on broom to find the oppressors*

Typist: I don't understand how there wasn't a DQ beforehand!!! He's...well, a nutter. There's no other word.

[jehan_prouvaire]

Oh, well -- well, thank you! It's so very gallant of you! Do be careful, and good luck! And, um -- *sees him off, waves a handkerchief and smiles*

:) ...............................

...Wait.. I'm not a maiden...

[avastwindmills]

Fair maiden, weep no longer, for I have returned! *deposits the rather battered better part of a piano at Jehan's feet* This is all that remains of the evil harpies of Shiewnnss. Your flowerpot is revenged! *kisses Jehan's hand graciously*

[avastwindmills]

An oppressive flowerpot? Why sir, I do think you're somewhat confused. The flowerpots are the innocent, needing salvation from the bovine fiends of poppydom. What are you, to claim such an outrageous thing? DECLARE YOURSELF!

Typist: *blush

[avastwindmills]

My boy, I do believe you are mad. Go eat some spinach. *pats back and rides off on broom*

[rightismight]

*reads the previous comments, smiles a bit, and bows stiffly*

Greetings, Don Quixote. I am Arthur, King of England.

[avastwindmills]

*bows, trips, and ends up sprawled at Arthur's feet* Your Highness! I am yours to command. Whatever be your will, I will carry out your quest. I will climb the highest ocean, ford raging grasses, reach for the lowliest chestnut, if it be your command.

Speak, and I will obey.

[rightismight]

*kindly smile* Continue in your present quest, good man. In the name of good, defend all maidens, and their flowerpots. *luckily, has practice in keeping a straight face* You have all my blessings.

[avastwindmills]

Thank you, your highness! With your blessing, I know I shall trout these ruffians! *rides off on broom*

[silent_unc]

*friendly nod*

Typist: Woohoo!

[avastwindmills]

Padre! *holds up a stone* Bless this dear child and save it from the plague. It is so cold in my hands, and I fear for its life.

[silent_unc]

*thinks the stone might actually a child, turned to marble by the Liquid of Petrifaction* *points in the general direction of the Emerald City* Wizard.

[avastwindmills]

A wizard? Not while I patrol these parts! To turnips with you, evil sorceror! *runs off flailing celery (has broken his broom) in the direction that was pointed*