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Du nut meend zee smell stoodents. Zeere-a ves a smell fire-a in zee keetchee thees murneeng und I ves furced tu poot it oooot veet my punts. Vheech is vhy I em nut veereeng punts. Boot luuk et my cuote-a buxers! Zeey hefe-a duocks oon zeem!

Tudey's Menoo Is:

-Cheeckee Put Pie-a (a leettle-a boornt)

-Ceeser Seled

-Cheese-a Peezza

-Cherry Pie-a

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Blair scribbled down in his notebook as he listened. "Yeah, after looking at it for awhile I sorta figured that was what it was for."

Ivanova raised an eyebrow. "You did? And you didn't find it odd that there were six of them?"

[[*wishes she could find a picture but can't*]]

"From an anthropological perspective, statues such as those are usually regilious figures of some sort and those who have exaggerated or pronouced physical attributes are usually fertility-based. The Blacien tribe's fertility god has hips and belly wider than she is tall. It isn't representative of the people's actual apperance, but of the idea of being fertile." Blair shrugged. "Which is why I'm sure there are six...things. Just to show that they value fertility."

Pippi eats her lunch quietly and listens.

[[ooc: a challange! I think I know where I can find one.

Ivanova nodded, allowing Blair his little illusions.

She wasn't sure how he would react if she told him Londo used number four to cheat at cards.

"You really are into this anthropology stuff. I think that's really interesting."

[[Shiny! I found a description (http://www.geocities.com/davesb5page/races.htm#centauri), but that's it.]]

"Blair? Into Anthropology? Surely you jest," Pip said as he took a seat at the table and lit a cigarette. He pulled a cylinder out of a pocket and slid it over to Ivanova. "I think this is yours."

[[OOC: It's the Ranger Staff Ivanova left at the gym. Pip picked it up.]]

"Hey, thanks," Ivanova said with a grateful smile, walking it across the back of her fingers before sliding it in her pocket. "I hope I didn't, I don't know, scare you or anything that morning."

"Nah," Pip said. "You weren't the only one who was having a bad day that day, believe me. Not by a long shot. 'Sides, I don't think I scared you too much, did I?"

"I was afraid," she said seriously, then grinned impishly. "For that punching bag. You were wailing on it pretty hard."

"What can I say?" Pip said, grinning as well. "That punching bag's an ass. I was telling Blair the other day, it insulted my mother. It should know better than to insult a man's mother."

"Well then I hold no sympathy for it," she grinned. "I'll give it an extra whack next time we have a run-in. That cheeky bastard."

[[ooc: it was only shown once to my knowlage, and not much of it could be seen, but I could probably get a screen cap of that sceene.

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