Lucasian Study Centre, University of Milton North

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Just in case no one opens a better one

I... er... may know something of Sgt Twiglets' whereabouts. She is with an old MI5 colleague of mine... I'm sure she will return later (pssst, she is wearing her 'Spy Candy' party frock this evening)

Mr Porter, have you forgotten? You are Sgt Twiglets, silly man!

Yoo hoo > this is specially for you.

I'm just an old fashioned girl with an old fashioned mind
Not sophisticated, I'm the sweet and simple kind.
I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence
And an old fashioned mill- owner.

ROFL Teri!

< carries on dancing>

Oops. I am a dunce :) You see, Miss Twiglets sees the word "twiglets" and automatially thinks you are talking about her. It would appear I made the same mistake.

Sgt Twiglets reporting for duty

Throws 'Dirty Dancing' soundtrack on the decks - the perfect combination...

How kind of you, Teri.

Hope you liked your song, anyway JP Are you going to take your shirt off any time soon?

Voice from cupboard: Teri, i won't tell you agai...mmfh

Mr Thornton And are you going to remove your cravat?

I do find these modern dance steps quite perplexing, as the waltz is considered somewhat risque in Milton. Mother never permits it. But, dear Miss Peaches,

Anyone want to dance

I did just ask you, Miss peaches.

Ooh that would be lovely mr Thornton.

Oh Mr Porter

My, Miss Peaches. You are light as a feather. Now tell me more about this Muse. Are they a Vaudeville act?

I do feel a little warm now.

Aaagghhh, Teri, back off - I surrender!! Ok, I'll do it

You likey?

Hope you enjoyed the show but time to get dressed now.

Bye ladiez, it's been fun.
xxx

voice from cupboard: Ooooh! Stop it Bob, I am certainly not yours.. all yours. My heart is given to Another, you know But meanwhile...

Come a little closer Mr Thornton and let me show you some dance moves you may not yet be familiar with < puts Neutron Star Collision on decks>

Bye bye Mr Porter, been lovely seeing you

Johnny, so sorry But I have no pcokets in this dress. Wherever shall I put this cravat of yours, eh?

Oh, thank heaven he's gone. I was most distressed to see ladies squabbling over his muscular attentions.

I just popped in to Milton Working Men's Institute to look at the library started there by my good friend Mr Hale. I found this daguerreotype of the Vaudeville act recommended by Miss Peaches