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@ "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 ]

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, 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
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@ "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 ]

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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 ]

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polymorph went off.

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