A breadstickfighting for the lives of his family and friends in a race against time around the clock for 274 days non-stop atop the roofs of Paris in the rain wearing copper boots in a bath of salty water shouting insults at the norse gods of lightning with a torch in one hand and a watering can in the other he must bravely face and defeat a small soggy dog end in viscious one-to-one combat blindfolded and smoking a cigar and pumped full of mushy peas and southern comfort before the killer virus is released causeing untold pain and suffering to millions around the world. Keith Cheggwin is learing at him from behind a chimney wilst wilderbeast roam the streets below, looting and pillaging at will.
please
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Fri 2 Jun 2006, 21:00,
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