• I popped into a local taproom for a swift pint last week and sat at a table next to a beardy terry pratchetty bloke in a leather hat with a pheasant feather in it. His leather gloves and silver skull topped cane were leaning on the table and as i sat down he started speaking to me in some made-up ibble-bibble-eck nonsense language. I lolled politely and handed him his gloves. I don't know why i'm telling you this.

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