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Simon/!STS_Demo/Text/TEXT06
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Tape/disk: | Home » Archimedes archive » Acorn Computing » 1995 03.adf » 9503 |
Filename: | Simon/!STS_Demo/Text/TEXT06 |
Read OK: | ✔ |
File size: | 10E2 bytes |
Load address: | 0000 |
Exec address: | 0000 |
File contents
I don't think I ought to disturb him again. HELLO! Wow. Heavy sleeper. Whatcha, fellow dwarf. Go away, I'm busy. What's rattled your cage? I'm only trying to be friendly. OK, be like that. See if I care. Need any help? You. Now go away. Look. I'm trying to work. Go and bother someone else. I'm an inspector from head office. This is a stick up. Gimme the gems, stunty. You should keep a more civil tongue in your head. Sod off then. Where's your ID ? I've left it at home. Leave me alone. Oh, do push off. Naff off or I'll remove yours from your head. I see. I've got something important to say. Yes? The mine's on fire. Run for your life. These gems are all fakes. I'll have them disposed of for you. Orders from the King. Give me all the gems. Got any free samples? Mines aren't flammable. They're made of rock see. They look real enough to me. We don't have a king. We're a democratic mine. Will you PLEASE go away now? Ok He's assaying the gems from the mine. He appears to be asleep. A sturdy wooden table. An empty beer bottle. Stop! Get rid of him! Duty dwarves only. Look... You can't go in. Go away. Just one thing. Then you can smegging well naff right off. I AM a duty dwarf. But I'm standing in for Axeface Skullsplitter. Do you accept bribes? That's OK, I'm not a dwarf. Naff off yourself. No you're not. Why - what's wrong with him? Bribes? BRIBES? What did you have in mind? Hang on a minute... It had better be good. I said er... I come from the North. Eh? Just naff off will you. Ow! Some sort of virus. It's really terrible. He was caught short I'm afraid. Some trolls mistook him for a chair. I dunno. I'm just obeying orders. I don't believe you. Care for some beer, by any chance? I'm on duty. I suppose one mug can't hurt though. Bring it down will you? Okey-dokey. This way. Bring it over here. Now... How about a drinking competition? Guard! Time for a sharp exit. Where is that lazy slug? He must have gone for a beer break. What use would I have for this? Stop wasting my valuable guarding time! I don't have time for idle chat. I've got these gems to guard. Go away! Cor! This is a restricted area. I've come to make YOU an offer. Are you interested in any double glazing? I've come to relieve you. Ok. So long for now. Didn't you see the sign? No Salesdwarfs it said. So get out of here before I throw you out. I'm not due for another hour or so. So get out before I throw you out. I thought I told you to go away! No. You must be mistaken. Yep - but I've come back. A temporary miscalculation on your part. Right you are. Grrrr. Get out before I throw you out! Why? Because I've come to make you a once in a lifetime offer. Er... I was hoping you might know. Well... I can't tell you at the moment. I've got something in my inventory that you want. You may have already won 1,000,000 gold pieces! Stop wasting my time! What's that then? Er... Well... Clear off. I'm trying to guard these gems and you're distracting me. He's guarding a huge pile of gems. A huge pile of sparkling gems. What's this? Happy Hour at The Drunken Druid! And a free voucher! How can I ever repay you? Nice pile of gems you got there. Pah! Think nothing of it. I'm sure we can come to some arrangement. Just one, though. The least I can do is give you a gemstone. Involving gems by any chance? OK. Just one though. Here you are. Now clear off. .... and stay out! Click Yes. I dunno. I hoped a relevant question would appear. So... How long have you been a dwarf. Where does this door go? A few sits up would do you the world of good. Must be off. You know how it is. D'you know where I can find the key to it? Man and boy. Never a inch above 4ft high in my life. No never. Hardly ever. Treasury. All our gems are kept in there. Watch it. I've never been killed in battle you know. The dwarf in charge of key-keeping today is... er... Hardfist Jawbreaker. He's probably drunk in the beer room. Lucky sod. Hello. Hiya. He can't hear me over his drill. It's off to work we go. La, la, la, la, La, la, la, la. Hiho, hiho, They must have changed the locks. Shut up. He looks very drunk. He seems to be in a drunken stupor. A pile of empty beer bottles. Beer barrels He looks drunk. He probably couldn't tell his arse from his elbow. Ssshhh I think he's asleep. 'Burp'