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[Dog Moon]

What is the flight speed of a swallow?

Is that the African Swallow or the European Swallow.

 

[Nyaricus]

Is that the African Swallow or the European Swallow.

I don't Knoooooooooooooooooooooooooo......

 

[death tribble]

I have a long list as well.

The Beatles, The Stones, The Kinks, Mud, Sweet, Marc Bolan and T Rex, David Bowie, The Stranglers, The Police, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Anastascia, The Beautiful South, Blink 182, the Bloodhound Gang, Eminem, Blur, Oasis, Johnny Cash, Crowded House, Dandy Warhols, Deacon Blue, Depeche Mode, Prince, Echo and the Bunnymen, ELO, Eurythmics, Mylene Farmer, Foo Fighters, Garbage, Green Day, Guns and Roses, The Hollies, The Jam, Joy Division, New Order, Keane, Franz Ferdinand, Led Zepplin, Sarah McLachlan, Manic Street Preachers, Marillion, Muse, Metallica, Gary Numan, Nirvana, Nine Inch Nails, The Monkees, Offspring, Roy Orbison, Pearl Jam, Pet Shop Boys, Placebo, Pulp Queens of the Stone Age, Radiohead, REM, Roxy Music, Slade, The Smiths, The Specials, Bruce Springsteen, Tears for Fears, Travis, The The, U2, Ultravox, The White Stripes, Neil Young, ZZ Top and various classical composers

 

[Torm]

[Graciously bows back in return to the loyal servant of Torm.]

Well, that's cool and all, but I think you misunderstand - I'm not a loyal servant OF Torm. I am Torm.

 

[Dog Moon]

I don't Knoooooooooooooooooooooooooo......

I win.

 

[Dog Moon]

Well, that's cool and all, but I think you misunderstand - I'm not a loyal servant OF Torm. I am Torm.

Blasphemer!

 

[Angel Tarragon]

I serve Mystra, Torm's wife.

 

[Mycanid]

Well, that's cool and all, but I think you misunderstand - I'm not a loyal servant OF Torm. I am Torm.

Hmm. I see.

[Whistles to himself - quite a feat for a fungus to do - while slowly edging out of the room.]

 

[Torm]

I serve Mystra, Torm's wife.

Excellent memory, Frukathka.

Mystra, btw, has asked Me to pass on to you that She bades you to spend the next several seasons composing a 12 part operatic cycle about the Magick of unicorns. She intends to present it as a gift to Mielikki, and you will be graded on your work. Severely.

 

[Torm]

Blasphemer!

Hmm. I see.

[Whistles to himself - quite a feat for a fungus to do - while slowly edging out of the room.]

No, really! For truly - I AM Torm the True!

"Ho, ha-ha, guard, turn, perry, dodge, spin, ha, thrust THWACK!"

Oh, well, the quarterstaff was never My thing, anyway.