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Ben Smash:\xa0Alas, poor Sean Limerick! I knew him,
Brobario: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent ~elite PvP~: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! He has scammed us all! Here hung those ISK that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your Erebus? your loans? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set w-space on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite fed up? Now get you to my Blaaky's chamber, and tell xer, let xer paint an inch thick, to this favour xhe must come; make xer laugh at that. Prithee, Brobario, tell me one thing.
Ben Smash: Dost thou think Aapir looked o' this fashion i' the earth?
Brobario: E'en so.
Ben Smash: And smelt so? pah
*Ben Smash puts the Proteus in the SMA
Brobario: E'en so, my lord.
Ben Smash: To what base uses we may return, Brobario! Why may not the imagination aspire to the greatest scams of all time, till he find it stopping a bung-hole?
Brobario: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent ~elite PvP~: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! He has scammed us all! Here hung those ISK that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your Erebus? your loans? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set w-space on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite fed up? Now get you to my Blaaky's chamber, and tell xer, let xer paint an inch thick, to this favour xhe must come; make xer laugh at that. Prithee, Brobario, tell me one thing.
Ben Smash: Dost thou think Aapir looked o' this fashion i' the earth?
Brobario: E'en so.
Ben Smash: And smelt so? pah
*Ben Smash puts the Proteus in the SMA
Brobario: E'en so, my lord.
Ben Smash: To what base uses we may return, Brobario! Why may not the imagination aspire to the greatest scams of all time, till he find it stopping a bung-hole?