SS Senile Senior Postmaster Pete jerked back at the young man's outburst. Clearly, he wasn't going to get anywhere with the lovely lass while he was around.
Pete straightened up and spoke directly to the young man, 'Okay...what is it you want to know? Which owls? When? Hurry up lad, we must get you out of the way so the lovely lady and I can play!'
Last edited by Torchwood; 05-14-2008 at 07:13 PM.
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