The purveyor
The purveyor of all things stood before us.
Dressed in imposing attire and magnificent cloak he walked to and fro with his hands clasped behind him, his brow knitted, and his hawk eyes darting at intervals at us cowering in the corner. An arresting man with extraordinary presence and a voice of the exact pitch and tone calculated to put the fear of god in the stoutest of souls.
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Suddenly he stopped and turned his huge bulbous head towards us. We looked at our toes and hoped to look as inconspicuous as possible. He strode to us, his large hands parting the air.
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Comments
[No Subject] | Posted by Aran
Hmmm... I thought it would end with - "There's a six course dinner for you if you'd care to come this way..." :p
[No Subject] | Posted by jaw-j
ya.. it would have made a nice ending.. but it wasnt what i wanted to say :)