Missions of the Retrieval Team - Land of the Kilts

[Jock Scot]

Well, Jock, it's a good thing I have been practicing with my bow lately. I wonder if our natives have any experiance with fire arrows? Or, if we can find what we need, we could add a little KABOOM to them.

Never been much good with a bow and a spot of KABOOM sounds good. If you work the bow, I could light the fuses. Now where did I put that flint?

[Livingston]

We've been lucky and had some extra time to practice, Jock. I think we have the timing down for just about any distance now.

[Standard]

I think my mining light is running low on carbide, anyone have an extra ounce or so? I think it's about time for this shift to be done. ith:

[Jock Scot]

It's time to worry when those damn doves go quiet--------like now for instance.

[Wompet]

In a isolated jungle clearing, a pony-sized shaggy dog pauses while playing with horse-sized rabbits. He turns northward, cocking his head as if listening intensely. Did he imagine it? Wait ... was that the faint tapping at a keyboard in Frederick? Ears pricked, he strains forward, anxious to hear some clue that the story is afoot once more ...

and that's when the rabbits, playing no attention to his actions, bowl Wompet over while tearing around the clearing.

[Bigkahuna]

Hey Pivat!!! Where go de Mayja?????

[Standard]

It's time to worry when those damn doves go quiet--------like now for instance.

Ah quite right sir, quiet doves can be nothing other than a bad sign. Let us hope that the situation rights itself soon enough. Now might be the time to enjoy a wee nip of the Laphroaig that the lads and I secreted into the mines with us.

[davedove]

Patience, gentle readers. At times the busy nature of our modern lives interferes with the normal flow of creative energy. More will be coming.

[Jock Scot]

Time for another G&T, or three, then! No sense in rushing into battle ,I always thought.

[Livingston]

Guess I'll have to break out a bottle of Oban for a wee nip or three. int: