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ou ask for a cup of earl grey tea rather politely, however they don't seem to understand then you use your brilliant knowledge of french and ask them again, they still look absolutely and completely puzzled then you try some of that weird language you learned while part of S.E.T.I they seem happy enough with this, they did look a bit strange to start with, it must have been the strange lilac tint to their skin that you cottoned on to. They seem to converse between themselves for quite a while, the woman looking at you with disdain. She says "you know you're the third we've had in here this week, the THIRD and it was the first one last week, always the same, naked with one of MY knickers on their heads, well I've had to go an buy loads of new pairs, you don't know how it is", she then begins to break into sad mournful little sobs as you explain to her, it was that first narrator the stupid little bugger's fault him and his disfunctional, correction absent brain, you tell her she can help by maybe getting you some clothes. She seems to agree to this while the men now seem to have set up a little table and are playing "beggar my neighbour" furiously and with copious zealousness, they turn as they see the woman leave to get you some clothes and ask in some broken english "so tha is the tee the , baron, king?" you correct them, they continue "earl beige?. oh so sorry, grey, earl grey, no no no we only have this er swine? oh so sorry wine, would a a a yoo like a portion.. oh so sorry some of it?" they offer you this wine and although the colour of the so-called bed (wine press) is a deep maroon shade this can only be described as well no colour at all, not clear just no colour at all, you look at it with an expression of doubt
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