Editing For: Mr. Fizzlepocket J.R.F.M.R. Tweek II

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==Mr. F.J.R.F.M.R. Tweek the II from Ky Nali==

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Mr. F.J.R.F.M.R. Tweek the II,

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<BR>Well now, I don't recall asking to be seduced into a quivering jellied cerebrum *laughs softly* and I am quite sure you are most charming indeed. Your pictures alone merit come kind of star-like status in a land where drooling females await something less than the proverbial man in shining armor to come complete them. (I did not seek them out, mind you. They were brought to my attention by a mutual acquaintance, shall we say, who was trying to warn me of your finer chauvinistic qualities.) Who am I, after all, to knock a gnome off his high and mighty podium? I wonder, *tapping her finger to her cheek in thought* is that similar to the theory of small men on large mounts and large men on small ones? Luckily, I don't seek knights nor pin-up kings, and I am quite sure you are truly a very sensitive and wise man deep down below that astounding moustache of yours.

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<BR>Ah, but I digress. I don't intend to deflate you in the least as men who need deflating typically do that very well on their own, don't you agree? I was hoping a man as successful and well-known (notice I did not say notorious) as you would emanate profound flexibility (no dear, NOT physically) in discussing things such as: the price of tea at the Jester now that Dame Felena's special orders have become all the rage, or perhaps the finer qualities of mooncloth over and above felcloth? Perchance you've got a theory on why Wendall has successfully left behind a less than stellar reputation and now overcome it to grace our dear Librarian, Mirabela, with a glow that would outshine any full moon.

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<BR>I'd like someone, for once, to teach me the physics of applying a fire to the exact spot on the ground so as not to burn your guests feet! I need this knowledge so I can successfully prove once and for all to Mr. Jiang, that I can outplace his fires anytime, anywhere! You might even have some ideas on the apparent resurgence of the Hounds, now back under the steady hand of Dugald, and why their spies are shadowing Tigers throughout the wilds lately. I've heard it uttered around the land of late that there is no hospitality to newcomers wishing to find an acceptable voice in this microcosmic existence that persons of fame such as yourself are, in fact, too tight of a clique to even hope to interact with. I find that impossible to believe since you have welcomed my propelling nosiness into your busy schedule with such tolerance and open-mindedness.

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<BR>Ah, yes, I see beyond that hard core image of trickery you try so hard to cultivate, and if you would stop breaking the law for half a second, you might even look in the mirror and notice someone who is tired of banishments and wants simply to live a grandiose life of baked salmon and mystery stew atop his penthouse suite overlooking a canal. I know an absolutely astounding cook by the way. Her name is Helenn and she prepares the most delectable bits of art I have ever had the pleasure of tasting. Someone with such wisdom, skill and heart like hers needs a chain of restaurants flashing her glory, don't you agree?

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<BR>Let me propose this, Mr. Tweek - I am currently contacting our architect to assist in drawing up plans specifically for you. I gather from your note that you are interested most in Penthouses. What I need to know from you are the specifications you desire in an ideal residence. If you can list what you desire, we can have it built. I am assuming money is no object here. Pricing will come included with the plans, of course.

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<BR>Most Sincerely,

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<BR>Kya Nali

<BR>Sales Associate

<BR>Grey Tiger Shipping & Freight Co.

<BR>www.GreyTigerTong.net