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Wednesday, 22 February, 2006

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---------- #####-..@..D..\| \|........\| \|........\| ---------- @ "Here, FiDo! Fetch the staffSo they stood, each in his place, neither moving a finger's breadth back, for one good hour, and many blows were given and received by each in that time, till here and there were sore bones and bumps, yet neither thought of crying "Enough," or seemed likely to fall from off the bridge. Now and then they stopped to rest, and each thought that he never had seen in all his life before such a hand at quarterstaff. At last Robin gave the stranger a blow upon the ribs that made his jacket smoke like a damp straw thatch in the sun. So shrewd was the stroke that the stranger came within a hair's breadth of falling off the bridge; but he regained himself right quickly, and, by a dexterous blow, gave Robin a crack on the crown that caused the blood to flow. Then Robin grew mad with anger, and smote with all his might at the other; but the stranger warded the blow, and once again thwacked Robin, and this time so fairly that he fell heels over head into the water, as the queen pin falls in a game of bowls. [ The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood, by Howard Pyle ] Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details., boy! Fetch the staffSo they stood, each in his place, neither moving a finger's breadth back, for one good hour, and many blows were given and received by each in that time, till here and there were sore bones and bumps, yet neither thought of crying "Enough," or seemed likely to fall from off the bridge. Now and then they stopped to rest, and each thought that he never had seen in all his life before such a hand at quarterstaff. At last Robin gave the stranger a blow upon the ribs that made his jacket smoke like a damp straw thatch in the sun. So shrewd was the stroke that the stranger came within a hair's breadth of falling off the bridge; but he regained himself right quickly, and, by a dexterous blow, gave Robin a crack on the crown that caused the blood to flow. Then Robin grew mad with anger, and smote with all his might at the other; but the stranger warded the blow, and once again thwacked Robin, and this time so fairly that he fell heels over head into the water, as the queen pin falls in a game of bowls. [ The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood, by Howard Pyle ] Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details.!"	---------- #####-..@..D..\| \|........\| \|........\| ---------- Throw a	---------- ##)##-..@..D..\| \|........\| \|........\| ----------
---------- ##)##-..@..D..\| \|........\| \|........\| ----------	---------- ##)##-..@..D..\| \|........\| \|........\| ---------- D "Grrr..."	---------- ##@##-.....D..\| \|........\| \|........\| ---------- @ "My deepest apologies, sir. Would you like me to throw it again?"
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shel	February 22, 2006 00:14
First comment: 19 August, 2005	107 comments written
Well you are throwing it into a corridor, out of FiDo's line of sight. I would suggest throwing it at FiDo, but that's really not the best way to tame things, really it isn't
Eemeli	February 22, 2006 10:22
First comment: 2 March, 2005	143 comments written
Ah, what a feeling of deja vu. I get the same feeling when I pull my pet dragons' leashThey had splendid heads, fine shoulders, strong legs, and straight tails. The spots on their bodies were jet-black and mostly the size of a two-shilling piece; they had smaller spots on their heads, legs, and tails. Their noses and eye- rims were black. Missis had a most winning expression. Pongo, though a dog born to command, had a twinkle in his eye. They walked side by side with great dignity, only putting the Dearlys on the leash to lead them over crossings. [ The Hundred and One Dalmatians, by Dodie Smith ] Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details. a bit too much and it roars...
Robert Barber, Jack-of-All-Trades	March 9, 2006 15:20
First comment: 9 March, 2006	6 comments written
You could try throwing it at 1 or 3.
Fathead	July 19, 2006 23:51
First comment: 1 April, 2006	1136 comments written
Fetch the stick for $7/hr.!
Grognor	April 18, 2007 04:15
First comment: 4 April, 2007	1161 comments written
Aren't we the geniuses?
1338h4x	April 29, 2007 18:44
First comment: 19 September, 2006	102 comments written
It would've been better if he was just plain Fido, went to fetch it, and the wand of'Saruman!' he cried, and his voice grew in power and authority. 'Behold, I am not Gandalf the Grey, whom you betrayed. I am Gandalf the White, who has returned from death. You have no colour now, and I cast you from the order and from the Council.' He raised his hand, and spoke slowly in a clear cold voice. 'Saruman, your staff is broken.' There was a crack, and the staff split asunder in Saruman's hand, and the head of it fell down at Gandalf's feet. 'Go!' said Gandalf. With a cry Saruman fell back and crawled away. [ The Two Towers, by J.R.R. Tolkien ] Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details. polymorph went off.

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