She stepped on something that went squelch.
"Oy!" exclaimed a voice from the darkness. "That's me foot that is."
Elizabeth startled, the fake wig turning around on her head.
"Who are you?" she said.
"The name's Bob. Wound up here I did for stealing the missus chickens I did. Suddenly a sheila like you lands in one of them chairs right opposite me and I'm supposed to go runnin' up Sundays to Johnny? Well, no thank you very much."
"Are you from Australia?"
"Lord no. I'm from Buffalo."
"Then why do you have an Australian accent?"
"Wot? Cor, you don't know do ya? The entire east coast of the United States decided to become a part of the motherland of Australia last week it did. Now let me tell you 'bout me toenails. I call this one Jerry..."
Elizabeth ignored Bob's lengthy explanation of his 7 favorite toenails. She was confused. Somewhere, somehow, she had met this short, Austrabuffalonian fellow named Bob. BUT WHERE?
(OP: Nate, January 25 2007)
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