Terry Wogan scratched his arse because it was itchy.

John Doe woke up and went back to sleep as there is not much to do in Guantanamo bay beside getting beaten up.

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If you can't do the time then don't do the crime. Then again you can just post in here i suppose ->
http://community.lionhead.com/forums/thread/1705961.aspx

Ham rolled over again.

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Mwuahahahaa

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Whilst reciting the entirity of Joseph and the amazing technicolour dreamcoat in his mind, David Blaine gently banged his head against the wall. He knocked himself out cold once he reached "Close every door to me" and lay softly breathing on the hard stone floor.

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The only thing worse than beating a dead horse is betting on one.

Mike Awoke to some Groaning in the cell next to him. He then Heard guards rushing over yelling. He then Heard a blood curtaling scream as the guards began to beat the inmate to a pulp. as further punishment to everyone there, everyone 5 cells in every direction of the inmate was given the same punishment. Mike was first. Knowing his fate, he screamed " Any god out there, SAVE ME Please!" when the guards took off his gag.

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One should not speak unless it improves upon the silence.

Ham rolled over again.

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Mwuahahahaa

John was beaten once again by some guy yelling. He took it like a man and after the beating went back to sleep.

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If you can't do the time then don't do the crime. Then again you can just post in here i suppose ->
http://community.lionhead.com/forums/thread/1705961.aspx

Terry Wogan started tapping out Radio 2 jingles on the bars of his cell.

David Blaine tried to lift himself off the ground and stumbled upon the meaning of life. But it wasn't, it was just a rock.

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The only thing worse than beating a dead horse is betting on one.

Jeff walked somewhere that none of you are aware of, his footsteps echoing down the corridor like, well, I'm not saying because you didn't hear it so you have no basis for comparisson. Then something else happened, details of which are available on a strictly need-to-know basis. Terry Wogan - round about now you should be wondering what that uncomfortable feeling in your genitals is.

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Terry Wogan woke up. Then he wept in shame.

John could smell smoke, it had that fresh cuban smell to it,He then went back to sleep.

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If you can't do the time then don't do the crime. Then again you can just post in here i suppose ->
http://community.lionhead.com/forums/thread/1705961.aspx

Jeff ordered some fresh nose-plugs for the camp since the old ones did not appear to be working. As the camp budget will not stretch to priority air shipping, delivery estimates quote an ETA of 5-10 working days.

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David Blaine attempted to count to ten in his head, but tragically gave up. Instead he decided to go insane, believing himself to be a pretty glass swan from Newcastle. Gibble gibble, burble burble, etc.

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The only thing worse than beating a dead horse is betting on one.

Terry Wogan was stripped down to his pants and chased around the exercise yard with a sack over his head. He seemed to enjoy it.

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Timothy shifted uncomfortably, wondering when the lovin' was going to start. Poor stupid Timothy.

Nicolay shot the guard and then shot his own nuts.

Name: William Bruce Age: 25 Nationality: Scottish Occupation: Mental Patient at Royal Edinburgh/Scottish extremist. William was called into his councillors office in the early morning. "Now William we know that your attempt to burn all English inmates was just an act of expression but we're going to have to move you to a more secure area." William nods while glaring at an english flag hanging at the back of the office while not really listening. "We're going to move you to Guantanamo Bay, but we'll only do that if you agree to it... Would you like to go to Guantanamo Bay William?" William nods again still glaring at the flag. "Okay then, a nurse will pack your belongings, you leave today!" William glares at the flag as a nurse guides him out of the office by his arm. After William had left a nurse entered. "Did he go for it?" "He certainly did." The councillior said rolling up the english flag. "I put this flag up on the back of the wall to get his attention. I don't think he knows where he's going!"

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Sig by Paimei from the Elite Signature Association.

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Terry Wogan scratched an itch.

*Blink*. . . . . .

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Having nicely fallen to sleep, David dreamt he was on an internet forum playing a character called David Blaine in an RP. He found one of his fellow RPers, called Matneee, to be highly amusing, as he appeared to be roleplaying a dead character. But then the dream went sour as he was ferociously mauled be a myriad of angry monkeys. He awoke with a muffled scream.

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The only thing worse than beating a dead horse is betting on one.