Blimey, this Soveit Union HQ is shrinkin!

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>"Look behind you!" he yelled, "It's a homicidal female hologram psychopath
>carrying a tire iron!" This trick had one slight advantage. It happened to
>be true.
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<OOC: Cowards, guess I'll decide about Ointment 20 then>
"Oh Bugger." said Dean, "shove up Mussolini," muttered Dean, as he and Armer
jumped into the same booth as Lenin.
"L'ontar?"
"Yeh?" came a snarl back as he repeatedly tried to shoot a hologram.
"What's happening?"
"I don't know" came a growl back.
What was in fact hapening was the result of Ointment 20 sprinkliung over
everyone in Parrotts. Everyone was growing. Including the dbri of the
skutters, everything that is, except 2 things. Parrotts itself, and
DarkCube.
"Budge up Dean, It's getting kinda cramped."
"I can't, Fuhrer is in the way."
"Jeez. it's like Parrotts is shrinkin'!"
"Or we're growing!" telled a rather frightened Lenin.
Dean "Raven" Thomas
Madness Takes Its Toll, Please have Exact Change
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