Thats why 12 inches!

<SNIP>
>Dean was shoved into the cell. Phil then opened the little viewing door and
>spoke.
>
>"Dean, meet your new cell mate, Olaf the Twelve inches..."
<END SNIP>
"Er, hi, listen, I know this is rather inconvenient..." said Dean to the
slowly rotating mass, "but, well, its like this, I've been put into this..."
Olaf now faced towards Dean. "I've been....so THAT'S why they call you Olaf
"12 Inches"."
"Yeh." came a gruff reply, "But I prefer Olaf "the footer."
"oh certainly mister footer, think no more of it!" Dean squeezed past the
bulk and moved next to the bunk beds.
"You'll want the bottom one I assume." quivered Dean.
"You saying I'm fat?" came the deep booming voice.
"Erm.. no, certainly not, here, you have the bottom one...I don't suppose
you could move you seem to be blocking the light a bit."
"Sorry." muttered the voice, moving to allow a shaft of light.
"help!" groaned Dean...
Dean "So thats why!" Thomas
OOC: Short I know, but, well, I'm really waiting for the next development in
this little plot we've got planned here, so, sorry. Also, Ray, As soon as
this whole things over we'll race your kids toy against our sub-lightspeed
shuttles.
Madness Takes Its Toll, Please have Exact Change
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