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Post by Gary Taylor on May 5, 2009 15:53:52 GMT
Gary woke up in a bush.
He didn't remember how he'd got there, where he was or why he was naked.
He groaned and stood up.
Peasant Peter was standing a meter or two away, staring at Gary's naked body.
"Who are you?" Gary said, covering his man parts.
Gary had lost his memory. Forever.
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Post by Peter the God on May 5, 2009 15:56:49 GMT
Peasant Peter had the most fun in a long time.
"Oh but you know who I am" he said in a manly voice that was not his
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Post by Gary Taylor on May 5, 2009 16:00:01 GMT
Gary scratched his head in confusion, then realised he was exposing himself to this scary old fat man, so quickly tore off a large leaf hanging nearby, and wrapped it around himself like a nappy.
"No, I really don't know who you are... I don't remember anything... Will you help me? PLEASE?!" Gary sobbed, in his makeshift nappy.
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Post by Peter the God on May 5, 2009 16:04:24 GMT
"But we are lovers!!" Peasant Peter cried.
This passion he had for his friend was more than he ever had for anyone
...including his Grandad's shovel
Tears came to his eyes as he gurgled "I am Peasant Peter!!", ripping off the fragile makeshift nappy around his favourite object
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Post by Gary Taylor on May 5, 2009 16:06:59 GMT
Gary screamed at a very high pitch - reaching an impressive G sharp.
He saw this Peter man had brought some shovel with him, so quickly grabbed it and began to dig a whole that he could hide in.
How could they be lovers?! He was far too fat for Gary's liking! Although the beard did avoke some lust.
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Post by Peter the God on May 5, 2009 16:13:02 GMT
"NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU" cried Peter, as he watched his lover snatch his grandfather's shovel out of his hand.
He quickly snatched it back and pushed Gary in the small, pathetic excuse for a hole. It was very comfortable.
Then he jumped on top of him, stroking his facial hair, wilst wiggling his eyebrows manically.
"Just relax" he shouted. "I wont hurt you", as Peasant pressed the -play- button on his mental cassette player. It played his favourite song, and tears came to his eyes.
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Post by Gary Taylor on May 5, 2009 16:33:38 GMT
For a moment Gary was enticed into Peter's comfy warm rolls of fat. But he snapped out of this quickly and managed to crawl his way free.
"PLEASE STOP SEXUALLY HARRASING ME!" Gary gurgled, "I have lost my memory and need some help... Like... what do people do to greet each other? Or how do you dance? or what is normal conversation to have with other humans?!"
Gary needed answers.
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