 lives in a hobbit hole || Ern and Touz's Nuzzle || roflysst || looking at a seed packet
He cast finite again in the direction of the shield of goop currently blocking his view.
What WERE they whispering about over there? Jim was impatient. He threw some more fruit.
Yes he did.
One of the engorged plums split in mid air, rotting pulpy goodness emitting a foul, rotten fruity stench as it hurtled through the air, followed by several others in quick succession.
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