will come by and carry me
to the moon." Still, the ring
did look mighty nice, Lance weighed
the decicion and finally shouted out:
'Ring and wash hair! I can
:twisted: casting directors with auditions will ring!! :razz:
Dreaming of a hunky Roman, Lance
soon realised there was drool dripping
onto his armour. "Enough!" he cried
"of this dreaming! I'm going to
change teams!!" His eureka moment finally
happened. A young sailor was
standing in front of him with
a sextant in his hand. "Knight
"I'am your old friend from a"