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fandomtownies2006-12-02 09:46 pm
The Arms Hotel, Saturday
It was quiet. Almost, too quiet the manager thought.
"Where's Ernest?" he asked, worriedly.
"Where's Ernest?" he asked, worriedly.

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"Halt, sir. Put down the stick!" The trooper didn't have time to get out a shut, much less time to wonder why the troll looked so sad to see him before rendering him unconscious.
THE ARMS TO ARMS!
The staff, under the tense direction of the Manager were soon mobilizing. The kitchens were especially busy.