ahem,
allow me...
pushes through the welcome group ,places arm around Plamtree shoulder and leads the newbie into the Frisking Room.
We haf vays of making you talk my friend. Fear not whips, or thumbscrews , but rather the torturous use of bad limericks, and other doggeral that will have you begging for mercy.
I am pleading with you friend, for every day you do not talk , a short poem will be written about you by our crazy bunch of gatchamaniacs .
oh you soooo dont want that to happen .
<my goodness, im soo glad no one can see me right now, having an evil chuckle just at the thought!! hee hee! >
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Mallanox : "My mother was Irish and my father was an alien. I was an only child and I dress funny." 
