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Went down to the Discworld to try some of Granny Aching's Special Sheep Liniment and ran into a small clan of Nac Mac Feegles. We started talking and I told them about the PPC and Sues. They thought it was a right piece of heaven and wanted to join up. So... um... we now have a small clan of the Wee Free Men running around HQ. They're having a great time. They think they've died and gone to heaven or something.

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*Ix blinks*

What're Nac Mac Feegles?

Well... okay... Imagine the most boisterous, obnoxious, toughest, strongest, hard drinking, hard hitting fight loving person you know. Multiply everything by ten. Shrink it down to about six inches, give it blue tattoos, a kilt, bright red hair and an accent worse then John's. That's a Mac Nac Feegle. Multiply that to about a thousand and that's a clan of Mac Nac Feegles.

Mix with plenty of booze and telling them that the other guy wants a fight, toss towards nearest Sith lord and prepare to watch said Sith Lord run for thier life.

These guys are the sort you want on your side, beacuse having them coming at ya is too terrifying to imagine.

Imagine the most boisterous, obnoxious, toughest, strongest, hard drinking, hard hitting fight loving person you know.

*sighs* I'm suffering from a lack of Tyler as it is; and you want me t' imagine him, and multiply him by ten?

Well more like multiply his abilities in the drinkin' fightin' cursin' hittin' etc areas, if you want to know what a Feegle's like. Short of introducing you to one at least.

Didn't mean to bring up any bad memories though.

Not bad memories. Just...ones that make me remember how lonely I am right now.

Well... I can offer you a hug and some company, if you'd like.

*smiles a little*

Thanks.

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