Furballs, smeg

>"Critters" she muttered, bending down she picked the thing up by the
>tail and threw it with some force back in the shaft until she heard a
>satisfactory thud as the rodent hit the back wall.
Dean stormed along the corridor, things hadn't gone to plan.
The plan was that he would throw his badge on the desk, and she would refuse
his resignation, but she hadn't. Smeg! So now he had resigned.
SMEG!
Then he walked straight into a security person, knocking her over...
"SMEG! As if things couildn't get any worse!" he shouted, as he habitually
adopted teh position against the bulkhead with his hands behind his head...
Dean "I've not gone yet!" Thomas
Madness Takes Its Toll, Please have Exact Change
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