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# Congratulations all.
We've knocked Rob's Manual off the top page, as requested.

...Perhaps we can leave the lamb poems now? Ooooonly a thought. Sorry.
(I helped save b3ta! Dr Phil Kitten, Wed 5 Jun 2002, 13:42, archived)
# .
Mary had a little lamb
which no-one could ignore
apart from Dr Kitten
who just got really bored
and then killed people
with an axe
(I helped save b3ta! SpunkyBackpack, Wed 5 Jun 2002, 13:48, archived)
# I prefer a machete.
An axe is a bit heavy for a delicate wee thing like me.
(I helped save b3ta! Dr Phil Kitten, Wed 5 Jun 2002, 13:52, archived)
# well you're in luck
Titanium axe - the strength of steel with the weight of aluminium, and doesn't this lady look pleased with hers?
(I helped save b3ta! SpunkyBackpack, Wed 5 Jun 2002, 13:59, archived)
# She's a fine lookin'
lass.
Good solid thighs.
(I helped save b3ta! bovine I'm so old, even my old is old, Wed 5 Jun 2002, 14:00, archived)
# Absolutely
You could ride over glaciers and scale mountains on such a steed.
(I helped save b3ta! SpunkyBackpack, Wed 5 Jun 2002, 14:02, archived)
# Ah
what a splendid image we would make.
Bare back riding through the Rockey Mountains.
(I helped save b3ta! bovine I'm so old, even my old is old, Wed 5 Jun 2002, 14:05, archived)
# a veritable caravan!
The dizzying visage of her and other fine fillies from her stable, proudly weilding their shiny axes as we ride them over mountain, hill and plain into the gently setting sun through the wilds of the earth. A dozen or so sturdy women carrying enough supplies to feed a small army throughout our entire adventure as we cross the continents, on our quest to VEGAS where we will trade them to settle the CRIPPLING GAMBLING DEBTS we will amass playing snap! hyah! hyah! go concorde! go!
(I helped save b3ta! SpunkyBackpack, Wed 5 Jun 2002, 14:12, archived)
# ...you're
a very strange bloke.
(I helped save b3ta! Dr Phil Kitten, Wed 5 Jun 2002, 14:20, archived)
# What a dream.
Then we shall buy them back. And herd cattle on the prairie.
What a life, a caravan, forty or fifty head of cattle and several sturdy women to carry our load. We shall ride the through the day and feed and water them at night and in the morning mount their tan firm bodies and ride them till sunset.
(I helped save b3ta! bovine I'm so old, even my old is old, Wed 5 Jun 2002, 14:21, archived)