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"should i play a knighto,
or an archero?"
asks gwendolyn.
i really don't care,
this i relate to her,
she gets pissed off,
despite the bizzility of the moment.
"yeah?"
she taunts, jeering,
"then i'm gonna be a bardo!
let's see how you handle
a party with five bardos, huh?
take that, you dumb d.m.!"
she shouts this
and storms the adjacent room,
which is the breakfast nook.
gwendolyn has captured
the breakfast nook,
and erickc has followed her.
they use pillows
from the sofa
to turn the breakfast nook
into a fortress
where they hide,
rolling 10 d 20,
giggling.
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