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It was a crepulently vapid day in sunny Novascotia. Dr. Nimjoy clambered from from his Fiat Panda and donned his burberry jacket, cracking open a litre bottle of scotch as was his morning custom. It would be gone before lunch.
You approach Dr. Nimjoy from behind, toting a large pink shark in one hand, an d a length of hosepipe in another.
Created By: Daniel
Created: 21/09/2007
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