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Kitiara2
10/22/2001 8:33 PM

Cerisse stood lonely in the gray fuzzy light of dusk. As the cool night air descended upon the valley of Kharis, in the Khalkist mountains, a small band of elven rangers trooped painstakingly down the mountains, Fifteen men and twelve women, all sent by the Silvanesti government to find and rescue a Dimernesti girl, vital to the continuation of the Elven races. As yet, only Cerisse knew the reason. She was niece to senator Corelium, and granddaughter of the current Speaker. She had been appointed as the leader of this expedition, but none of the other rangers accepted this young novice’s authority, so she allowed other members to control the course of the mission. None of the others, however, had any idea of the crucial information she possessed...

(OCC I havent done this in a while, but I have a full storyline in mind, give it a go if youre interested...)

simon
10/22/2001 9:12 PM

Simon walked out among the trees of the forrest. It had been to long since he could feel the joy of the wind. And the fresh air. It was sweet so sweet. No hindering smell of trash or fecise. It was all so pure. Somthing simon was not used to. His black robes rustling in the winds he could feel the presence of the magik in the woods.

Simon sat upon a ridge and watched the valley. There was a small party of rangers made thier way down the valley.



Simon moved down the mountain quickly after the group. As he approached them he noticed a beutiful silvonosti women in the back of the group. Simon followed silently pulling his hood over his head to help blend with the surroundings. He would see what the young group had in store. It might just be interesting.

Kitiara2
10/25/2001 5:03 PM

Cerisse stood with the wind blowing her lustrous, black hair from her finely boned face. She looked over the valley sadly, murmuring “If I don't find that child, all this beauty will be lost... but there's nothing I can do anymore, they have ostracized me.” A tear spilt over her cheek, cooling her burning skin. Suddenly she sighed, resolutely wiped her eyes and began to carefully descend the mountain. A wind picked up the edges of her purple velvet cloak and whipped them around her, tangling in some bushes. In panic she lost her balance and began sliding downward. Terror filled her silver eyes...

[Edited by Kitiara2 on Thursday, October 25, 2001 5:22 PM]

simon
10/27/2001 9:11 AM

OOC: What is it that is scaring your char.

Kitiara2
10/28/2001 2:34 PM

(she is panicking because her cloak was caught in some bushes and she began to fall down the cliffside) Rather than trying to work out who is good, and who is bad, just shoot them all and let God work it out...

simon
10/29/2001 2:22 PM

OOC: sSorry i must have read it wrong. i thought it was somthing in the sky.


Simon watched as the woman in the back of the group started to fall down the hill side.

Uttering three words simon cast a spell that stoped the elf in mid fall and suspending her there.

Kitiara2
10/29/2001 5:22 PM

Cerisse hangs in the balance for a moment, feeling the pressure of gravity at her body, uselessly trying to drag her to earth. Suddenly Amon, a ranger from the group and one of the older, wiser elves sees her plight and also sees the dark robed mage standing behind her, trying to conceal his obvious presence to elven infravision. He strides to her aid and casts a release spell upon her, and then a spell to let her float gently to earth, whereupon her turns his attention to the mage.

“Who in the name of the gods are you and what do you think you are doing? Did you think you could track us indefinitely and find out what was going on, or were you just going to torture the girl into telling you? Filthy black-robe. She doesn’t know anything anyway, she's only a stupid child. I however am a fully trained Fighter/mage and with my level of skill only Fistandantilus or Raistlin could influence me. What say you, Evil one?”

The challenge hangs in the air, creating tension as the rest of the group look up to see their comrade in conflict with a form who’s only signature was a telltale orange-red glow.Rather than trying to work out who is good, and who is bad, just shoot them all and let God work it out...

simon
10/29/2001 6:41 PM

" HAHAHAHA. And they say that i am the uncivalized one. Well old one. If you are so great why do you not were robes? And how would you know about the two strongest black mages ever. Why even to study that would make you a dark elf. I doubt very much that you could be strong as all that.
But if i must embarece in front of all your friends here, well i guesse i will just have to. SHIVAJ MIGO FREBOS."
With these three words Simon sent the old elf floating into the sky. A bondage was also placed upon him that did not allow him to move. Simon looked at the threads of magik and thought to himself.

Simon looked up at the hanging elf.
" Now just some advice. Next time you insult someone, find out who they are first. I am simon, Now since you elves do not get out of your little forrest much i am sure you do not know who i am. So let me explain. I am the apprentice and nephew of dalamar the dark. Now i know you know who that is. He was apprentice to the great Raistlin Majere. He know everything Raistlin knew and i know everything he does. So insult all you want. But next time i may not be so nice. And as far as the woman goes, she may not be as old but she is a hell of alot better to look at then your ugly mug. So i would appreciate it if you did not talk about her in that way."

Kitiara2
10/31/2001 4:31 PM

“you are wrong” says Amon, bursting free of the spells simon casted upon him. “I am a high ranked white robe, as we all are. The reason we don’t wear our robes here is because we are on a mission, and robes would only hinder us. We know all about Raistlin, Fistandantilus and Dalamar. Dalamar is one of our race, of course we would keep an eye on him and his master. Of course, everyone knows about Fistandantilus, he only lived three hundred years ago. I was already a captain in the elven forces by then. Now why are you being so immature, child?”

Amon floats easily to earth and strides to face simon.

“And I speak of her only as she is. A child, only sent on this mission because of her connections. She is essentially useless, unless we need to use her to seduce a man...”

Obvious undertones are implied, aimed at the girl.

“Amon! What I do is my own business. Besides, that was a long time ago. LEAVE ME BE!” With that Cerisse slaps the old man and bursts into tears, collapsing on the ground.Rather than trying to work out who is good, and who is bad, just shoot them all and let God work it out...

simon
10/31/2001 6:25 PM

Simon was suprised few white mages were as strong as a black. Covering the surprise as he covered all emotion, Simon looked at the other mage.
" You are pretty intolarent for a white robe, not to mention mean. Maybe you are wearing the wrong robes."
Simon snickered knowing that insult hit home worse then any would.
"And look you made the girl cry. Not the smartest thing to do. She walks behind you and a knife is silent when entering the back. So you watch your kind very closely do you. Then you should know who i am." Simon smiled as he pulled back his hood to reveal pointed ears and the black tattoos on his face that marked him a Kagonesti. " And you should know, that in the end you can't beat me. So what do you say, lets be friends."
Simon bent to help the young woman up.
" Come now young one don't cry. He is only mad that he can't have what he wants."
Again Simon looked at the senior elf. "So tell me what is so imortant that it takes so many white robes."

Kitiara2
11/01/2001 1:56 PM

“Why? Why should we tell you. Gat your hands off her. She may be a filthy child but she is better than any of your scum, slave! Why, I am surprised. Are they now allowing animals to practice magic?”

“Amon, stop!” Cerisse grabs his hair and before he can stop her, hurls him down the mountain. As he falls the words of magic pass his lips, but he doesn’t cease his falling. Eventually he hits the bottom of the ravine with a scream.

Cerisse’s eyes open wide.

“I... I...”

She turns to run away into the forest, away from both simon and the troop.Rather than trying to work out who is good, and who is bad, just shoot them all and let God work it out...

simon
11/01/2001 2:10 PM

Simon quickly passed a spell to stop her in her tracks.
" Well, well, well. This just keeps getting better and better. So little one, what made you do such a thing. Don't get me wrong, the dog deserved it. But you seem to be such a good child."

Kitiara2
11/01/2001 6:08 PM

Cerisse stands frozen.

“I... hate him. He hurts me... hurt me... I...”

Tears creep from her eyes, but she wipes them away defiantly.

“I have to go back to them, they will lose the mission without me. Please, let me go.”

(OOC if more ppl get involved this could work... SAVE ME FROM THIS EVIL MAN... AHHHHHHHHH!)
Rather than trying to work out who is good, and who is bad, just shoot them all and let God work it out...

simon
11/01/2001 7:58 PM

OOC: Evil man. what is with that. I was going to offer my services. But if you wanna be that way......


Simon released the woman from his spell.
" Fine be on your way."
Simon turned and walked towords the top of the ridge.

Kitiara
11/04/2001 4:59 PM

“NO! Wait! Im sorry. I am kind of at the end of my tether. None of them will listen to me, I hate them. I’m the only way they can do their stupid mission anyway. Who are you and why have you stopped me?”

simon
11/06/2001 6:33 PM

" Like i told your friend down there, i am simon. Nephew to dalamar the dark, one of the greatest mages ever to live. I was also his apprentice. As for why i stopped you, I saw a beutiful woman about ready to fall. So i helped her. I also wished to offer my services, you will get no were with a bunch of white robed babies. But since you don't wnat me here, i can leave."
Simon turned and started to walk again.

simon
11/15/2001 7:01 PM

OOC: HELLO ANY ONE THERE

Crimson
11/20/2001 4:35 AM

Th entire ordeal was watched from the trees. ~why would a group of white robes need a little girl~ Solara thinks to herself. She moves her footing and accidentaly breaks a branch, causing her to fall to the ground. She quickly gets up eyeing everyone.

Her hair is braided, showing her elven ears. But for an elf she is certainly very tall. There is also a reddish haze in her golden hair. She is wearing plain brown and green clothes, a short sword at her side, and a short bow and a quiver of arrows.

(ooc: hope you can use her in your story)

[Edited by Crimson on Tuesday, November 20, 2001 4:38 AM]

Lady_Myst
11/20/2001 4:57 AM

A soft voice, coming from behind Cerisse, breaks the silence as she puts her hand on the young maidens shoulder. "My child, let us hear him out. He seems genuinely concerned with your well-being, and as we have learned from our elders, quick judgement usually ends in terrible misfortune."

Behind the hood of a cloak that seemed to hide her quite well within the brilliant colors of the forest surrounding them, a face with eyes shimmering like the scales of a great green looked inquisitively at the dark-elf. Mystiquelle spoke softly to the Kagonesti with a wise and understanding tone, "Speak your peace son, we will hear you out."

Just then, a loud thump came from behind the middle-aged Elven woman. "Oh, and who are you my dear? Seems the forest is full of surprises this day. How long have you been hiding up there?" Mystiquelle beamed a smile at the tall elven woman. "Come come, no need to be shy."

{OOC: New here, but figured I'd jump in since it's so far intrigued my interest :) }When you come to the end of the road, and you feel there is nowhere to turn... You need simply think of that one thing that makes you smile, and a door will open =)

[Edited by Lady_Myst on Tuesday, November 20, 2001 5:01 AM]

Crimson
11/20/2001 6:54 AM

"I am Solara" she replies, "I was traveling, and I usually travel through the trees. When I saw you I was curious, so watched. Until one of the branches broke and I fell."
Solara hangs her bow on her shoulder, and crosses her arms. Looking with obvious distrust in her eyes.

{ooc: just to get an idea Solara is 1.80 meters. dunno how much that is in feet, but i know it's tall.}Always make sure you have failsafes for the backup of the backups to the secondary failsafe of the primary backup switch to the secondary backup wheel.

Lady_Myst
11/20/2001 3:22 PM

{ooc: not a clue hon ^_~ }

Bic: "Good day to you friend. I cannot tell you our mission, but I can entail 'tis no small feat."

"We mean you no harm and only wish to pass."

The elf maid looks upon her lady Cerisse and sighs, "What are your thoughts on where to go from here, or even if we shall continue... with Amon's untimely demise, I am quite certain Corelium and your dear grandfather Speaker of the Stars will understand whole-heartedly."

With that said, Mystiquelle bowed to her companion and awaited her response.When you come to the end of the road, and you feel there is nowhere to turn... You need simply think of that one thing that makes you smile, and a door will open =)

Kitiara2
11/22/2001 7:19 PM

OOC: thanks guys for joining in... :-) I’m not here a lot so I will try to keep my postings a lil more regular. And solara, we can use anyone!

IC: Cerisse thought momentarily and then made the decision to listen to what Simon had to say.

“Alright, how can you help me... us?” She glanced timidly at Myst. *Am I saying the right things?* she thought. Then she looked back to Simon.

When she saw Solara she jumped.

“Do I know you???”

Both questions hung in the air like a bad smell, the answers seemed to be withheld...Rather than trying to work out who is good, and who is bad, just shoot them all and let God work it out...

Lady_Myst
11/22/2001 7:22 PM

{ooc: welcome back kit :)}When you come to the end of the road, and you feel there is nowhere to turn... You need simply think of that one thing that makes you smile, and a door will open =)

Crimson
11/22/2001 11:54 PM

{ooc: Solara has bad conversational skills so don't take this personally.}

"Of course not, " Solara retorts, "you would have recognized me, wouldn't you?"
She walks over to Simon, stopping right in front of him. At her hight she towered almost a head above him. "And what's a black robe doing here." she sneeres, "Don't you have some other people to abuse."
The distrust is obvious in her eyes. Of course no one trusted her because of her hight. Especially the elves. Why where they being so nice, and not trying to kill her. That's what they tried when she visited Silvanost, they imediatly saw that she was a haflbreed. And decided that she should be releases from her missery. She never really understood why this was. Her parents loved each other, and the death of her father was too much for her mother. She had died much younger than any elf would have, and she was on her own from then on. Surviving in this world.


Always make sure you have failsafes for the backup of the backups to the secondary failsafe of the primary backup switch to the secondary backup wheel.

simon
11/24/2001 10:13 AM

OOC: What kind of half breed are you. Just wondering cause you would have to be huge to stand a head over simon. He is a Kagonesti elf. And they are the tallest of the elf races. But i was just wondering cuase i am a curios little person. HEHE :)



IC: Simon looked at the woman who stood in front of him. She was quite beutiful in all respects. But she had an attitude that was just not quite as attractive.

" Ah yes there it is the usual distrust and hate that goes with the colors of my robes. Most of the time it is people with blacker hearts then mine that distrust me, or of course the megger minded. Which of those you are i am not sure, that is your buisness. But if you must know i was returning to the land of my up bringing for a night, I saw this woman i trouble and helped her. I am now offering my serveses, if it is any of your buisness. And if i might ask what are you doing here."

Kitiara2
11/25/2001 6:26 PM

“And, Simon... Of what service can you be to me? They would see me gone like moonlight before accepting my knowledge. I shouldn’t even be walking on this earth anymore, and now the Amon has been... dismissed, I may not be for much longer.”

*Cerisse eyes up Solara, a noticeable change of emotion passing over her face.*

“So, this is the game you play. Do you truly think that you are better than me? Me? Halfbred trash. I suppose that’s half gully dwarf, half human. That would just about explain you.”

*Suddenly her eyes widen.*

“I... I am so sorry. I, of all people, cannot be judgmental. I don’t know what happened to me.”

*Turns to Simon*

“Magus? Did you cast your black death upon me? Am I tainted with these evil thoughts because of you?”

(OOC- Cerisse has multiple personality disorder, but does not yet realize. Her “Other halves” include an insane black robe gnome (Napoleon or Nappy), an Irda blueblood (Mirjadea) and a “wise” old kender (Losstendfown, or Losst)

IC: *Cerisse is freaking out, sure she has been victim of evil conjurations. She starts ‘phasing’ in and out of ‘Nappy’ mode.

“Stupid humans, stupid elves, stupid dwarves, have to incinerate them all... No, go away, leave me alone, please... shut up stupid, stupid child!Rather than trying to work out who is good, and who is bad, just shoot them all and let God work it out...

Kitiara2
11/25/2001 6:26 PM

“And, Simon... Of what service can you be to me? They would see me gone like moonlight before accepting my knowledge. I shouldn’t even be walking on this earth anymore, and now the Amon has been... dismissed, I may not be for much longer.”

*Cerisse eyes up Solara, a noticeable change of emotion passing over her face.*

“So, this is the game you play. Do you truly think that you are better than me? Me? Halfbred trash. I suppose that’s half gully dwarf, half human. That would just about explain you.”

*Suddenly her eyes widen.*

“I... I am so sorry. I, of all people, cannot be judgmental. I don’t know what happened to me.”

*Turns to Simon*

“Magus? Did you cast your black death upon me? Am I tainted with these evil thoughts because of you?”

(OOC- Cerisse has multiple personality disorder, but does not yet realize. Her “Other halves” include an insane black robe gnome (Napoleon or Nappy), an Irda blueblood (Mirjadea) and a “wise” old kender (Losstendfown, or Losst)

IC: *Cerisse is freaking out, sure she has been victim of evil conjurations. She starts ‘phasing’ in and out of ‘Nappy’ mode.

“Stupid humans, stupid elves, stupid dwarves, have to incinerate them all... No, go away, leave me alone, please... shut up stupid, stupid child!"Rather than trying to work out who is good, and who is bad, just shoot them all and let God work it out...

Crimson
11/27/2001 1:05 AM

{ooc: She is half human half elf. She got her hight from her father.}

Solara looks at Cerisse wondering what was wrong with her. Allthough she did not have many dealings with black robes, she knew enough to know that they did not work like this.

And even though she knew that there was something wrong with the girl, she couldn't help but being hurt by the mention of half-breed trash. All her life she had been searching for a place to fit in but she never managed to find it. But she didn't show the fact that she was hurt, she just put up her plain face.

"So are we going to stand around here all day, or are we actually going anywhere." Solara said bluntly. "And I am coming with you, if only to keep an eye on this black robe."Always make sure you have failsafes for the backup of the backups to the secondary failsafe of the primary backup switch to the secondary backup wheel.

Kitiara2
11/28/2001 4:05 PM

*Sudden alteration in Cerisses attitude*

"Oh, Really, you will? Come with me? Where are we going? Oh boy, youre a ablack robe, arent you, Simon? I have never seen one of them (They arent exactly thick on the ground in Kendermore..."

*The transformation seems ludicrously fast, and the fact that an elven girl is acting so kender like seems even more ridiculous*Rather than trying to work out who is good, and who is bad, just shoot them all and let God work it out...

Crimson
11/29/2001 12:17 AM

Suddenly there was recognision in Solara her eyes. She had seen this before. A human boy she had once met did the same thing. Suddenly changing the way he acted. But that was nothing like this, he simply became real angry or meek. But this girl went from elf to obvious kender and several other beings. Suddenly she was even more curious, jealous even. Why would the elves keep this girl around, there was obviously something wrong with her.

"Perhaps putting her to sleep while we travel would be a good idea." Solara said bluntly, "She will only slow us down acting like this."Why is it we always forget to keep the good things close to our heart,
but let the bad things cloud our mind.

Kitiara2
11/29/2001 6:36 PM

“No!” Exclaims Cerisse, herself again. Don’t make me sleep. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I cant help it. Where are you taking me? Please, Don't take me, I’m sorry. Help me!”

She starts becoming more hysterical, yelling and kicking.

Somehow she casts a spell to create a protective bubble of magic around herself. Inside, she sits, phasing in and out of different modes.George: We should be Arabs or Italians... the Arabs don’t drink, and the Italians don’t get drunk much, except on religious holidays. We should live on Crete, or something.
Nick [sarcastically]: And that, of course, would make us cretins.
George [mild surprise]: So it would.

Lady_Myst
12/07/2001 10:03 PM

{ooc: eeeeeek long time away, must...keep...thread...GOING! :) }

bic: *Mystiquelle starts to hummm in such a soothing manner that all around her start to rub their eyes, yet the only one to actually fall into slumber was Cerisse*

"She'll be fine for now, you now see the portance of our mission? If she continues on this path she'll be cast into exile for sure, if the killing of our kin hath not already made it's way back to the Speaker, let's hope it hath not. For the future of the elves lies in her hands...." *The elder woman's voice starts to sob in hushed tones* "only...her...hands."When you come to the end of the road, and you feel there is nowhere to turn... You need simply think of that one thing that makes you smile, and a door will open =)

Kitiara2
12/09/2001 5:41 PM

Cerisse attempts to fight of the potent spell, but fails, and collapses into slumber...George: We should be Arabs or Italians... the Arabs don’t drink, and the Italians don’t get drunk much, except on religious holidays. We should live on Crete, or something.
Nick [sarcastically]: And that, of course, would make us cretins.
George [mild surprise]: So it would.

Crimson
12/10/2001 2:05 AM

Seeing the young elf fall asleep, she walks over to her and catches her.
"I'll cary her." she says, as she picks Cerisse up with ease. Not really planning on carying Cerisse in front her her the whole journey, she slings the young elfin over her shoulder. Standing there with the young elfin on her shoulder, apparantly not encumbered by it. "Shall we get moving?"Why is it we always forget to keep the good things close to our heart, but let the bad things cloud our mind.

Kitiara2
12/12/2001 6:20 PM

*Looks like the butter's in the pan now... oh well...* thinks Cerisse as she watches her physical self hefted over the shoulder of another elf. *I guess there is nothing I can do now to help until (or if) they take me to Crystalsage Icecap. Until they find a way to get rid of the others that invade my skull.*George: We should be Arabs or Italians... the Arabs don’t drink, and the Italians don’t get drunk much, except on religious holidays. We should live on Crete, or something.
Nick [sarcastically]: And that, of course, would make us cretins.
George [mild surprise]: So it would.

spydalili_scion
01/08/2002 2:27 AM

*a overly small female kender materalises in the centre of the group holding a small round odd shaped artifact in one hand and a hoopak in the other*
"oo i didn't know that did that"
*looks around at on lookers and smiles sheepishly and puts artifact in pocket*
"hi im churlfoote bluebottom "
*holds out hand to closest elf*
"whos that?"
*indicates to cerisse*
"why is she up there??"
*starts jumping up and down to get a better look*
"can i play too??"
*smiles broadly and tries to climb onto mystiquells back...squeals as she gets a better look at cerisse and jumps down off mystiquelle and grabs cerisse's foot jumping up and down excitedly*
"its cerisse!!! i know her im her carer"
*smiles looking very proud of herself*"tv has us growing up to believe that we can be millionaires and movie stars...but we wont be and were just starting to realise this and were not happy" ~fight club

Crimson
01/08/2002 3:38 AM

{ooc: lose the *action* thing and try to tell it like a book. Read other posts to get an idea}

Solara looks at the Kender, with minor disgust. Nearly falling over as the Kender pulls at Cerisse her leg. With her free arm she gives the Kender a good shove, sending him hurtling away. Looking at mystiquell questioningly, she asks "Do you know of this Kender?".Why is it we always forget to keep the good things close to our heart, but let the bad things cloud our mind.

spydalili_scion
01/09/2002 11:24 PM

Churlfoot, stumbles to her feet and brushes herself off. Looks innocently up at Solara. " That wasn't very nice," She mutters.
" Cerisse is my friend and i ....i...have to take care of her,"
She stalks over to where Solara is standing, but as she nears she feels more and more intimidated. Churlfoot meekly folds her hands and smiles up at Solara. " Ummm.... Why is Cerisse sleeping?? Cause its not even night time yet......Did she have another fit.....I told her that she has to take her medicine ...but did she listen??? No!"
"tv has us growing up to believe that we can be millionaires and movie stars...but we wont be and were just starting to realise this and were not happy" ~fight club

Kitiara2
01/29/2002 6:06 PM

Cerisse stirs, and opens her eyes blearily.

“Oh! Churlfoote, you came back! Oh, put me down please... I need to go squat in a bush...”George: We should be Arabs or Italians... the Arabs don’t drink, and the Italians don’t get drunk much, except on religious holidays. We should live on Crete, or something.
Nick [sarcastically]: And that, of course, would make us cretins.
George [mild surprise]: So it would.

Pantheus
01/30/2002 6:51 PM

((OOC- Hey spyda. kit, havent seen u 4 a while, guess who???))

Pantheus, a tall (6'4 1/2) smiles form behind a bush... "So what do you do for a living sir?"

"Uh, I like eggs."

"Eggs eh?"

"Eggs."

"Is that your full answer?"

"Yes. Eggs!"

-an original quote from me at my first job interveiw!

Kitiara2
02/04/2002 3:21 PM

With a grace born of instinct Cerisse leaps into action mode, and flies at the bush. Grabbing hold of an arm she wrenches...

“Help me here someone!!!”George: We should be Arabs or Italians... the Arabs don’t drink, and the Italians don’t get drunk much, except on religious holidays. We should live on Crete, or something.
Nick [sarcastically]: And that, of course, would make us cretins.
George [mild surprise]: So it would.

Pantheus
02/07/2002 6:11 PM

Pan pulled back fiercely but could not free himself of her grip.

((OOC- how rude! You shouldnt even have been able to see me, I was in a flippin bush! grrrrrrrrrr))"So what do you do for a living sir?"

"Uh, I like eggs."

"Eggs eh?"

"Eggs."

"Is that your full answer?"

"Yes. Eggs!"

-an original quote from me at my first job interveiw!

Kitiara2
02/07/2002 7:13 PM

((OOC- pfft.

Cmon ppl, help her!!!))George: We should be Arabs or Italians... the Arabs don’t drink, and the Italians don’t get drunk much, except on religious holidays. We should live on Crete, or something.
Nick [sarcastically]: And that, of course, would make us cretins.
George [mild surprise]: So it would.

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