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[Scott McLamok]

Mmm....*Picks up Lass and pours water on her*

[lass of something much]

* Infant Lass coughs

[Scott McLamok]

*Tries to use his non existent brain*

[lass of something much]

* Infant Lass isn't going to wake anytime soon

[Scott McLamok]

*Tinking*

[lass of something much]

*A wild infant trundles into the thread, bashes Infant Lass, then scampers off*

[Scott McLamok]

Oh you son of a biscuit! *Picks up Lass and places her in his bag*

[lass of something much]

* Infant Lass looks thin and malnourished

[Scott McLamok]

*Puts his helmet on Lass and connects it to his oxygen supply*

[lass of something much]

* Infant Lass starts to breathe

[Scott McLamok]

*Sighs*

[lass of something much]

(sad sigh?)

[Scott McLamok]

(Relived)

[lass of something much]

(Oh! great!.... *Finger gun slides out*)

* Infant Lass curls her tail around her wiry skinny body

[Booklover]

Oh you son of a biscuit! *Picks up Lass and places her in his bag*

Son of a biscuit? What exactly would that be, a chocolate chip? I do know what you actually meant. But also, aren't Jaffa Cakes just the children of a cupcake and a biscuit (cookie, for you uncultured savages out there)?