be_not_frantic_plymouth paste! plymouth gorgonzola ran really fast. he had just swiped a bottle of mouthwash from the koreans and he had less than 3 minutes to report back to headquarters before they decapitated his anteater. he cut down the alley of silver, to save time. now the forest was closing in on him and the city was blasting into memory. plymouth stopped for a breather. no time. a feather landed on his leather chinstrap, advising him to "eat hercules to beat the resistance". it confused him. he stalled, considered. where was i again? what anteater? i don't have an anteater. i only have a receipt saying i BOUGHT this mouthwash. 051226 what's it to you? who go blather from