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Chapter 5 Lunchtime in Main Street, Georgetown. It was crazy, no matter what day of the week. The food places wafted out enchanting smells of spices and cooked meat, calling to the smartly dressed and scruffy workers out for lunch. The sun blazed down with no mercy and the endless fumes of...

*stops playing and looks over to Pepe in the punch bowl* Serves you right! *continues to try and play a decent song*

A couple of videos of Adam Hills talking about his experience with The Swedish Chef. I love how utterly fanboy he gets. He is truly one of us.

*finishes playing* ;): Wow, that was beautiful. Thank you, Scooter. But I know you’re lying. ;): Haha! But seriously, I can be much worse on guitar. Oh, really? Do you want to bet on that? I did see a small guitar in the chest as well. Whoever owns this house certainly loves their music...

*enters the room with a tin whistle.* Wow, it’s been ages since I played one of these! I wonder… *sits down next to Scooter and inspects the whistle for any dirt.* ;): Say, where did you get that? The attic. Me and Robin were just exploring when I found this in an old chest. Hmm, looks...

Because I had to give back my great-grandfather's brass bell (the one used for Casey's video) I instead used a spare bell commonly used to decorate the Lint Bunnies. Turned out to be surprisingly effective. Happy Festival of the Bells!

*hands a towel to Janken then heads to the kitchen to wash off the sticky punch. When at sink, I take off rings and notice that they have left a mark around the fingers* Huh. I forgot about that. It's been a while since I've worn these. :D: Oh, you ain't seen nuttin' yet, baby! *Dr. Teeth...

Happy travels, newsie!

I put on a red woolly hat, I think I look cool. My elder sister agrees, my younger says I look like Where's Wally's (Waldo) Girlfriend. Happy Doomsday!

Happy Solstice, Festival of the Bells and Doomsday! I shall be with my family for my sister's sweet sixteen while looking like Where's Wally's (Waldo) GF. (Don't ask)

Foggy, so not quite Doomsday weather. :p

*takes a ladle of punch and pours it into a glass. Drinks it, then pulls a face and sputters it out* Pah! Ack! Urgh, that's disgusting. Yuck! Ah, it taste like someone used it as a- *realises that I just drenched a poor Fraggle* Oh, sorry...

There's always ignoring, or even telling your teacher how you feel.