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A veritable feast. |
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The obligatory plushie collection. |
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A passing alien spacecraft offered to take a photo while we posed, taking the opportunity to test its shrink ray on me. |
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Defeated by the feast. |
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Ceefax in his usual pose, reclining on XoYo's head. |
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Ceefax: "Wow! We've suddenly been transformed into our IRC descriptions while chatting in #tsa_talk!"
XoYo: "All of a sudden, I'm beginning to regret wishing to be an unpleasant smell." |
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Ceefax and XoYo. |
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"We're going, you can stop taking photos now." |
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"But you can't go yet - I still have lots of film!" |
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XoYo dices with death. |
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A wandering kitten that appears suspiciously like Loki, except for the fact that you can actually get it to stay in one place long enough to photograph it. |
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"Aha, Mister Bond, we meet again - but this time, I have a loaded cat." |
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The cat sat on the Mat. |
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XoYo tries a sip of the Bear TF potion he's brewing up. |
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Stalking the wild XoYo. |
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Ceefax with miniature, plushie (red panda) version caught in their natural environment, IRC. |
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In an odd role-reversal, Ceefax finds a raccoon sitting on his head. |
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Caught on film: a raccoon stealing shiny, foil-covered chocolate eggs. Not entirely surprising, really. |
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We played violent computer games late into the night. Here, Ceefax and XoYo are in a head-to-head Linux vs. Windows deathmatch. XoYo agreed to run Enlightenment by way of a handicap. |
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"It's not that I _can't_ menace innocent dogs while wrapped in this warm blanket, it's just that I choose not to do so right now." |
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XoYo has a collection of books large enough to distort the space-time geometry of his home. |
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"You have bested the giant fleas which inhabit this place and survived the ravages of the Infernal Three-Headed Cats Of Hell. Now, but one challenge remains before you may leave this place: you must force open this magically locked door." |
