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**OnlineHost** You have entered the Papelbon Household chatroom. |
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MomOfPap: There you are, boys! I'll just be in the living room if you need me. |
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mannythetorpedoes: thangs for leding me spin the night papelmom |
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KingOfPap: ya hnks |
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MomOfPap: Well aren't you two such polite little gentlemen! |
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mannythetorpedoes: papelmom can you take the cruss of my bred i don like a cruss |
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MomOfPap: But Manny, the crust is the most important part! It has nutrients that will keep you big and strong! I'm sure you want to keep hitting home runs! |
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mannythetorpedoes: hommmme run
/eats crust
is predy good!!!
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KingOfPap: /eats crust
my mom nos evrything! |
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**OnlineHost** There is a knock on the door. |
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mannythetorpedoes: nooooo is to erly to be granny!
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mannythetorpedoes: /points to clock
granny sposed to not come til little han high fives big han |
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MomOfPap: Calm down, boys. I'll see who it is.
/opens front door |
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**OnlineHost** summer_of_horn has entered the chatroom. |
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summer_of_horn:
Is he secret; is he safe? |
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MomOfPap: MR. HORN--
/peers back at kids
/steps outside
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MomOfPap: Mr. Horn, what are you doing here? |
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summer_of_horn:
The situation may soon grow dire; and it is imperative that I keep you apprised. |
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summer_of_horn:
I came to you first eight years ago; when I retrieved a small Jonathan Papelbon from a cradle washed up on the Revere Beach shore. |
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summer_of_horn:
I asked you to watch over him. Then; I was known only as Sam Horn. |
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summer_of_horn:
Now; ! my title is
SAINT HORN, PATRON SAINT OF PROSPECTS AND PROMISING ROOKIES.
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MomOfPap: Um. Congratulations! |
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summer_of_horn:
Thank you; though it is a yoke I set upon my shoulders with much reluctance. It is now my call to stalk the lands and ensure that those with great potential do not fail; as I did. |
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summer_of_horn:
You must understand that his very career is at stake; tell me this; is he eating his crusts? |
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MomOfPap: Why yes! What kind of mother would I be if I didn't make him eat his crusts? |
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summer_of_horn:
Then all is well; ma'am. You must ensure that he is not thrust into unfamiliar situations and treated as a one-size-fits-all Band-Aid. It is vital to his career that he is allowed to transition slowly; absolutely vital. |
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summer_of_horn:
I have come here today to present a request:; give the boy some toy blocks. It has been revealed to me that what he builds will be an omen of things to come. |
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summer_of_horn:
By my troth; I am off.
/swoops dark cloak over face
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**OnlineHost** summer_of_horn has skulked out of the chatroom. |
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KingOfPap: moooommmm who was at the dor |
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mannythetorpedoes: was it grany |
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MomOfPap: Manny, your grandmother is dead. |
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mannythetorpedoes: wh |
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MomOfPap: /rattles jumbo bucket of Duplos
Who wants to play with Duplos?!?
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mannythetorpedoes: gra
gr
um
duploooos |
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KingOfPap: u wanna help me bild a spaship |
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summer_of_horn:
/watches intently through window |
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KingOfPap: mom lookit |
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**OnlineHost** KingOfPap wants to directly connect. |
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**OnlineHost** KingOfPap is now directly connected. |
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KingOfPap:
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summer_of_horn:
ANKIEL'S ALL-SEEING TOWER OF CONTROL ISSUE OBLIVION
AAAAAAAAAAHH |
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**OnlineHost** PECOTA has entered the chatroom. |
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PECOTA:
FORSOOTH! OLD FRIEND, THE NEW ENGLAND WINDS HAVE BROUGHT YOUR TORTURED CRY TO MY EAR |
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PECOTA:
IS HE EATING HIS CRUSTS |
