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XanaSnape · 06-12-2008, 06:49 PM

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Originally Posted by Berty Borr

Lord Borr gave his Boy Scout a wink. "Don't you think you should be off doing some scouting? The day is wasting and every minute we leave these boys out in the world, is a minute lost!" Lord Borr stood to see the boy out, paying the house elf little attention. He shoved it out of the way with his good knee and opened the Lounge door. "If you see Ignatius Potter," Lord Borr hissed, "you let him know that I'm waiting for my cane. You let him know that ole Berty doesn't forget." Lord Borr tapped his sweaty forehead with his clammy forefinger. His stomach gave a twitch that everyone within a mile radius could have heard.

Lord Borr's bowels were not accustomed to the new food. He rested his hands on his belly.

"Kingston - use your handkerchief to run that elf off. Elves should be SEEN and not HEARD. They should not stand around gawking. Run him out of here and I think we'll call it a day."

A hiss escaped Lord Borr's lips. He stood up straight as a stick, holding his in belly... and other things. "Yes. Definitely be calling it a day boys. Off with you. Off." Sweat was pouring off of Lord Borr and his stomach was rolling like an avalanche.

Oh Merlin. Dear. Sweet. Merlin. That does NOT sound good. Will's eyes grew wider and wider in purest fear as he heard not-so-distant rumbling from deep within the bowels of Lord Body Burp-- er, Berty Borr; an ancient and horrible sound that promised another onslaught, this one of Apocalyptic proportions. He didn't need telling twice; the Bowels of Borr were approaching. That man's already ripe enough to gag a maggot... I gotta get out of here before the next Fartorama starts... This one's gonna be a ripsnorter! He jumped up from his seat, trying to ignore the deep and dank, rich, putrescent stank of Lawdie Borr.

"Yes sir, I'll do so- thank you for your time... " He said in a rush, looking to Kingston. His inner voice shrieked to Kingston: 'Run now, while you still have the chance! Don't you hear the rumblings? The portent of noxious doom? RUN! RUN! RUN!' Perhaps he and Kingston would both benefit from learning an invisible bubble-head charm. In fact, maybe they could become friends. After all-- no one else would understand like Kingston would. They were sharing their own private corner of Hell, located right here in the Borr lounge.

But for right now, Will was too much of a Slytherin to worry about sticking around and saving Kingston from his flatulent fate. Exit, stage right- with a quick and polite bow to both Borr and Kingston, he Excelsior Black'ed out of the room.

06-12-2008, 06:49 PM	#36 (permalink)
XanaSnape Ramora Join Date: Jun 2007 Posts: 5,510 Hogwarts RPG Name: Former Professor Valon Kazimeriz Graduated	Kool-Aid, Oh Yeah! \| \| SS Mischief Maker Quote: Originally Posted by Berty Borr Lord Borr gave his Boy Scout a wink. "Don't you think you should be off doing some scouting? The day is wasting and every minute we leave these boys out in the world, is a minute lost!" Lord Borr stood to see the boy out, paying the house elf little attention. He shoved it out of the way with his good knee and opened the Lounge door. "If you see Ignatius Potter," Lord Borr hissed, "you let him know that I'm waiting for my cane. You let him know that ole Berty doesn't forget." Lord Borr tapped his sweaty forehead with his clammy forefinger. His stomach gave a twitch that everyone within a mile radius could have heard. Lord Borr's bowels were not accustomed to the new food. He rested his hands on his belly. "Kingston - use your handkerchief to run that elf off. Elves should be SEEN and not HEARD. They should not stand around gawking. Run him out of here and I think we'll call it a day." A hiss escaped Lord Borr's lips. He stood up straight as a stick, holding his in belly... and other things. "Yes. Definitely be calling it a day boys. Off with you. Off." Sweat was pouring off of Lord Borr and his stomach was rolling like an avalanche. Oh Merlin. Dear. Sweet. Merlin. That does NOT sound good. Will's eyes grew wider and wider in purest fear as he heard not-so-distant rumbling from deep within the bowels of Lord Body Burp-- er, Berty Borr; an ancient and horrible sound that promised another onslaught, this one of Apocalyptic proportions. He didn't need telling twice; the Bowels of Borr were approaching. That man's already ripe enough to gag a maggot... I gotta get out of here before the next Fartorama starts... This one's gonna be a ripsnorter! He jumped up from his seat, trying to ignore the deep and dank, rich, putrescent stank of Lawdie Borr. "Yes sir, I'll do so- thank you for your time... " He said in a rush, looking to Kingston. His inner voice shrieked to Kingston: 'Run now, while you still have the chance! Don't you hear the rumblings? The portent of noxious doom? RUN! RUN! RUN!' Perhaps he and Kingston would both benefit from learning an invisible bubble-head charm. In fact, maybe they could become friends. After all-- no one else would understand like Kingston would. They were sharing their own private corner of Hell, located right here in the Borr lounge. But for right now, Will was too much of a Slytherin to worry about sticking around and saving Kingston from his flatulent fate. Exit, stage right- with a quick and polite bow to both Borr and Kingston, he Excelsior Black'ed out of the room. __________________