::thinks:: don't understand ... don't understand what they're talking about now ...

Well if it wasn't Jeremy in that box it sure looked like him, so *someone* has found out how to clone him. And if they have, I want one.

Oh you must have noticed we alwasy keep a young Jeremy and an old Jeremy in stock--did you never wonder how that was accomplished ;)

Eeeeek! .... but on the other hand ... perhaps it has its advantages ...

I still want one of my own. And I'm jolly well going to sulk till I get one. Which is NOT a pretty sight.

When the flat penguin gets sewn back together, we'll send Bob and Fred round to your house ... because you'll need a basement digging out. I mean if you want your own Jeremy, and you want to keep him a secret ...

Well peopel will keep runningoff with pieces of the penguin so currently he has one leg and no flippers and couldn;t possibly use a shovel.

OK everyone ... please bring the leg and the flippers back *right now*.

*Gabriele pouts and waits until Lucca glares at him* Oh, all right. Here's the leg...

Thank you, the hopping was getting on my nerves.

Come on, come on ... flippers please. Who's got them? Time to own up ...

Nope, not me, unless that was what Liz threw at me in another forum? In which case... *fishes decaying lump of flesh out from behind sofa* *wipes off worst of fluff* Here you go. And you don't need to send Bob and Fred round with shovels - we already have a cellar. :)

Thanks. Hmmm ... talk about just in time! Looks a bit .... yes, decayed is the word. Help! Where's Em? She's got the mending kit. Hope he turns out all right. Never thought I'd spend the day worrying about a zombie penguin's wings being possibly too rotten to sew back on ...

Um, not to worry, this is a pickled herring. *This* is a flipper

Um, could you move your foot?