To think we should have finished off the Queen of Huns?

[Hullygully]

Hully, grab that quinny. No, not that quinny - there is no time for solitary pleasure - that quinny. Let us away to aid Umami.

Come all. Molly , bring thy potions - you can be our Lucy to Hullys Peter and Umamis brave hairy little troll.

The turnip, Paggy, the turnip.. where is it?

oh tis here! Use it for what? Ah, a weapon.

Yes, yes, organic turnip is anathema to huns!

On the count of three puff those cheeks out and punch!

Oh Oh we fly! Widow! Catch hold.

Will our turnip bullets and lentil sling suffice..? Oh, where are the men when you need them? What e'er happened to all the dragoons?

omg you should get a ticker hun, it's a fab way to record how many turnip bullets you fire (((((((hugs)))))))))

You know Nigel is a cute buba and will be better off in our funky coordinating cosy toes girls, no offence lol but it's cruel to keep wheeling him round in that thing you call a buggy lol
no offence like ((((((((((((hugs))))))))))

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look the huns are horrified by our flagrant misuse of buggy board and are swooning in their hundreds.
And the slowly descending crinolin has cast a shadow which resembles night for miles around. Quick let us put on our night vision goggles which helpfully were a free gift with the purchase of quinny speeder and super size buggy board! we will soon be close enough for our turnip spitting to cause serious damage...

spit downwards people.

One! Two! Three! Release load.

Hi HunInTrainingOMG omg i luv yr name lol! u got n e Fruitshoots we can shoot at them? My bubba has left half a sausage roll. He's 6 weeks old and cn eat a hole one lol! Mumma noes best! I will throw the crust at they're wierd lentil thing (uuurgh lentils I mean yuk lol) and it will make a whole in it n they will fall to the ground lol.

(((((((hugs))))))) to all my girls
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(Thinks huns deserve more credit as writing like this is actually quite hard)

hurrah! they fall...

Leans over to kiss Hully with great affection and turnip spittle. Pats umamis delicate knee affectionately.

I shall have to go for a lie down. I am quite done in.

I have captured the Queen of Huns between my legs 'neath my gown. Somehow she came betwixt me and the ground. I daresay she fell more quickly than I due to the weight of the Bugaboo, yes indeed. What shall we do with her?

They tumble and fall, quite burnt wherever the organic turnip has penetrated. Let us leave their heaving groaning corpses for the Gods to snack upon and fly off in pursuit of dear Nigel and Gibbon. Are you sure we got the Queen?

(Hands over small medal in recognition of Hun-writing)

Perhaps you would check between my legs, dear, and see who or what I have trapped there?

Hurrah! Widow has the Queen betwixt her thighs! Let us take her with us and throw her to any passing dragon or mythological beast that might threaten us anon.

Ooooh, yes, swooning sounds like an excellent idea.

OMG! Queenie is down! girls what we gonna do? k lets use the fruitshoot bottles like head hun said lol

don't worry babes us huns are strong stuff lol we'll rescue u M8.
Everyone by their buggy?

Oi ILuvsmyBubbaandbugabooTons, pull that raincover down hun, they have turnip bullets lol

Arms open in full hug position!!! annnnnnnd arms in! annnnnnnd SQUEEZE!

(been a while since we had a spurt forth)

((and hun talk is fecking hard>>

Quick, ladies, quick, under my skirt! It is soaked with turnip juice and breast milk from the ever-leaky Pag, and will prove strong 'gainst the spurting juices!

Keep spurting huns!!!

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Look you, ladies, a herd of Pegacentaurs comes over the ridge. Let us each mount one of the fine beasts and be away after Gibbon.