"well...well I already knew that, now where is my finger!?"
"N...no, wait, I can tell you something else, like, really cool," said Bob.
"Okay.... ....
well, what is it!?"
Bob had already started his slow motion speech:
"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhlhlhlllllihhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhzhhhhzzhzzzzebbbbbbbbehhhhhhth,
lllluhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhkkkkk bhheeeeeeehhhhhhhinnnnnnnddddddd YOU!!!"
Suddenly, a peasant with a shovel swung the instrument at Elizabeth, almost hitting her head, but he missed, instead hitting the ground. He then started rapidly digging a hole and burying himself inside of it.
"Don't worrie there lil' missie, he wasn't gunna hurt ya! Old Gimbo just got un uf 'em diggin' frenzie spirits! 'E can't stop once 'e start!" said one of the towns folk.
Somewhat unnerved by the strange behavior and the fact that "old Gimbo" was apparently burying himself alive without any notice, Elizabeth ran out of the room to find her finger.
(OP: Ben, February 24 2007)
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