HoM[M]ie
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I looked disdainfully at the fighting gnomes, let them be. I approached the gnome observing the fight and asked:
- Where can I relieve myself around here?
The gnome, dying of laughter, managed to point to an inconspicuous door in the corner.
- Thank you... sir...
After "relieving myself," I sat back down; the gnomes were still fighting. "Should I break them up?" I thought.
aka Sir Holmes aka David Jones.
