My poor jug had just fallen victim to the 1.045 uber ack at a large field. Frenchy, seeing his jug-flying comrade helpless on the ground behind enemy lines, with complete disregard for his own safety, immediately attempted an intrepid, selfless rescue. Unfortunately, the rough, unkempt hills of knightlandia (knights guys having
too much fun with their sheep, keeping em from their job!) proved impossible to land on, and Frenchy's undercarriage collapsed.
Oh well, at least I don't have to walk home alone now.
<S> Frenchy!
[This message has been edited by Sancho (edited 01-08-2001).]
