Looked in the pump, found some old chewing gum, some sand, some seaweed, some gaffa tape, an old plastic outdoor setting, a skateboard i thought was nicked and a homeless man rabbling incessantly about devils or something. No hamster no prosthesis anywhere.
Yes DM and myself have shared tales of secret agent stuff over sherry on the hearth rug, in front of the fire. He is a jolly chap but has incredibly bad breath. i showed him the way of listerine.
Anyway anyone found my plastic leg and a dishevelled pink hamster that speaks with a lisp.
It's OK PR, I've found him, he was behind the couch. I heard this haaacc...haaaaacchhhh...heeeeeerrrrrrrchhhh'ing sound and had to investigate. Anyway, there he was lying on the floor behind the couch. Kitty was standing over him, Kitty's eye's were watering, I not sure what the hell was going on back there but he's back, a bit sticky but he's back. He's not as playful as he used to be though... infact he sleeps a lot now, he must be very tired after all those adventures with Kitty. He's much quieter now too, he must be so very tired.
