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 | You kissing my neck feels great, Jack, but now is not the time. Continuing to read this information aloud for no reason, it also seems that they plan to use Archie's unique brand of fart smell to gas the world. It seems that we will all survive, but if they are successful, the world will be just that little bit smellier than it is today, and people will constantly be accusing those around them of farting. This is awful. | |
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| NOOOOOOOOOOOO. We must find Archie and save the world from this terrible burden. | |
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| Let me return home to collect supplies for our world saving adventure. I will pack four bobble hats and four paris of gloves. | |
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| Great, and what will you be packing for yourself? | |
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| Now is not the time for winter garmet sass, Sarah Bear, focus. After I return from gathering suppliers, we must meet at the train station, choo choo, to start our hunt for Archie. The piece of paper of your clip board suggests they COULD be on a Greek Island, in Paris, or surrounded by Dutch Windmills. Where shall we start our search? | |
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| Let me finish this bag of ready salted crisps, the best flavour apparently, and get back to you...then, the adventure CAN BEGIN. | |
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