Me: I was attacked by a posse of roving wombats on the way in this morning.
Friend: What?
Me: Normally they would have been no match for my honor guard, but since I was riding alone and had left my sword-stick at home, one of them was able to get past my mind barrier and scratched me with his foreclaws. I had to use a healing meditation technique to remove the poison from my body.
Friend: Uh huh.
Unfortunately, I'm to reserved to prevaricate so extravagently on a day-to-day basis.
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I'd be more than glad to have that conversation with you dear son-in-law,
but surely you know that wombats' poison is in their HINDclaws!
Google it.
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