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aha! as I suspected, an impostor! this one is not a true knight of the realm for sure.... h's not even of the realm....

i know a lass with a pussy on a lead when i see one, trying to speak the native language wot wot

yeah, I use that old line all the time....

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I fear we may have to leave this charming locale, soon. The cries of the vicious pterodons draw near. Come, my Safari friends. Let us open the last can of kippers, and break the seal on the last of the scotch. The porters are restless, and we shall be gone within days......

the dreaded pterodactyls!! i will put my kit in order, in case a hasty exit is required. strike my tent porter and make ready for the journey ahead.

Not even enough time for one more night at fireside chat?

Pretty pleeeeaseee :D

Oh. Oh, I see. Running away, eh? You yellow bastards! Come back here and take what's coming to you. I'll bite your legs off!

Toodle Pip!
 

Well, I fear my stay may have been overly brief, and for that I apologise. I also fear it may have been my arrival that brought these blasted beasts ever closer.

I have been tracking these foul and inhuman creatures for the past 4 months. The hunt has taken me all across these vast lands. However, for the last few weeks, I have begun to postulate that these strange beings may be cleverer than we think. At my last camp point, I began to see the things approaching at night. As they have never even approached me directly before, I was quite frankly terrified. However, they did not actually enter my camp, seemingly afraid of the fire and torches I had cunningly laid out, for that very purpose. At first light they flew off, and I quickly packed up camp and moved out here.

I guess they must have tracked me here, and I fear that they will continue to do so, wherever we move onwards to.

That, however, is out of my control to change. What is in my control to do, is to thank our native guests for their excellent hospitality, and then all that is left to say is a simple, "Toodle Pip!"

Bye Sir Briefinstay

Cheerio!
Don't forget to wipe!

And don't let the door slam on your ass on the way out.

remind me never to visit capnhowdy's inhospitable ass.

Gone native indeed, poor bloke.

Georgia, nuff said.:rolleyes: