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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Binder Fred" data-source="post: 5364525" data-attributes="member: 63746">Sorry for the delay, folks. I'm out in the field until wednesday (which was planed), but had to leave yesterday, a day early (which wasn't). The week after that I'm off to a conference in BC as well, so best to expect slow posting from me for the next two weeks.Back IC:"They're *jammer* mushrooms?!" News to *him*! Sloor looks at the gunky organic mess that passes for a jungle around here... "Frek, almawst feel like kissing the stuff... You'd think they'd lay dawn a land-line awr sawmething thaw." Probably a good - sharp toothed, acid speawing, tech destroying - reason why they didn't. He shuddders: frekking planets."Surgery is a bit of an overstatement, I think." TB waits for permission from Keyton before setting about dishing out some soft-wired first aid to the wounded man. «Take 10 = 9 point healed. Unless TB already used First Aid on Keyton today? Can't remember and no time to check... Possum? Nebten?"Thawght you liked it awt here, Sra," teases Sloor. "Nature haw it's intended taw be marbling 'enjawed' and all that...""Lawd yours all you want, Mack man, but I ain't pissing mine awf anymawre than I have taw," declines Sloor. Profit is all well and good, but he has a sneaky suspiscion there's a lot of running away in his near future. After Mack has taken what he wants from the weapons and armor pile, the besalisk fires long and hard at it, melting the rest to slag. "Happy hunting in your delicates, friends." He strides towards his kybuck, ready to go when the others are.</blockquote>

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