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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KenHood" data-source="post: 4801466" data-attributes="member: 4413">The matron rips off her clothes and hurls herself at Hadarai.Just kidding!<img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f61b.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":p" title="Stick out tongue    :p"  data-smilie="7"data-shortname=":p" />---The matron stops screaming and starts hyperventilating. With both hands, she waves the skirt of her apron, blowing air into her face. "Oh! Oh! You folk scairt the life near out of me!""RATS!"She gulps, then hiccups. "When I saw them blades, I thought, 'Annie, the gods has decided your time was up. Somebody from the past done come to do in Mr. Swillwort, and you ain't gonna be able to runs them off.'"She hiccups again. "Ooooh! Land's sake...""They fold, spindle, and mutilate to make babies."Annie leans against the rail of the porch. Hiccups. "Gods ha' mercy!"Hiccup."I don't rightly know what you mean about an infestation. I reckon poor Mr. Swillwort's condition, talking about rats and such. I figures you musta heard about from-"Hiccup."Some folk 'round these parts. They's all a bunch of gossips if ever the day is long. More like to make something up interesting if there ain't nothing worth talking 'bout."Hiccup."I'm sorry to dissappoint y'all, but ain't no rats in this here home. About two year back, Mr. Swillwort developed this here condition, like you see him. He just stopped moving. Called a doctor and a priest. Weren't nothing they could do for him. A couple of months after he got stuck like this, he starts talking about rats, saying all kind of odd things about them. I figured maybe the poor fella was seeing rats running about the house while he was just sitting there, so I called us an exterminator. They went through the whole house, but ain't found nothing. I keep this here place clean as a whistle, just like my momma kept it for Mr. Swillwort before she got the gout so bad she cain't work no more, so there ain't no way no nasty old rats gonna be finding a home in here.""On second look, Mr. Elf, sir, y'all seem to be a right heroic bunch, and if there was rats, I reckon it would be a step down from your deeds of daring to handle them for the likes of us. I'm sorry y'all showed up for nothing. Them folk around these parts'll make up something interesting if there ain't nothing to be interested in, so y'all must have...""Oh, Gods have mercy. Look at me running off at the mouth. I'm afraid y'all scairt me right through to my bones. My poor heart is running like a herd of quicklings after a stick of butter."</blockquote>

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