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To: BlueCrab who wrote (4702)	12/2/1997 6:14:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Bilbo-poo is dead dead dead. No amount of wishful storybending will alter taht basic fact. Bilbo's tortured ghost is now teedling all over the CUBE thread, getting it wet&stinky. What a load of Bilbo poo.

To: BlueCrab who wrote (4702)	12/2/1997 6:35:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Jeffy-poo, Shhhh-not only is Bilbo dead, but Alexa and I are having him stuffed and mounted as a special Christmas gift for Janice. He'll be under the tree looking precious in an SI t-shirt (to cover the gaping hole in his fur-Alexa really took him out bigtime)and a big red bow. Do you think she'll be moved to tears by our thoughtfulness?

To: BlueCrab who wrote (4702)	12/3/1997 2:23:00 AM
From: JF Quinnelly	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Bilbo lazily opened his eyes, and laconically summed up the rumors of his death: "Woof." Bilbo knew 'Lexa to have as much skill with a rifle as she does with stocks. "Woof," he smiled. All the same, he thought, 'Lexa can be soooo jealous: she did wish him dead. Often. She saw red whenever she caught him with the scent of Penni's perfume on his ears. Just last night she was pleasuring him, stroking his silky ears and whispering in her husky voice "Oh, Bilbo, Bilbo," when she suddenly stiffened and demanded "Billy-bo! Have you been..... with Penni?!" Damn. Caught again. Bilbo wished he could be loyal, but hey, it just wasn't gonna happen. No coven-ness was going to call him her own. So let them imagine him dead. Yes. Large gaping wounds. Taxidermy. "Woof." What rubbish. He smiled, and went back to his nap.