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Mr Pump

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About Me

Hello, My name is nit-nod and I look after Mr Pump. Ever since the accident Mr Pump hasn't said much. Every now and then he screams at children but generally he stays pretty quiet. I feed him through a special tube. When we are about to perform with The Lovely Brothers I use this tube to administer his gig drugs too.

My Interests

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I think that Mr Pump would like to meet some children

My Blog

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You decide to go for some semi-skimmed milk because you had some cheesecake last night. As you approach the counter with your milky pint the greek boy behind the counter shouts something incomprehensi...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Aug 2006 02:12:00 GMT

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You move swiftly up the stairs taking care not to make any noise. When you reach the door you put your ear to it: you can hear BBC radio 1 in the distance. You take a deep breath and slowly push the d...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Aug 2006 02:12:00 GMT

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You wake up aching and bruised. It is pitch black and the floor is cold. As you come into consciousness your pain grows and you can feel cuts and furrows in your rubber face. Do you scream in fear and...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Aug 2006 02:12:00 GMT

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Luckily noone smelt the lime. Breathing a sigh of relief you step over the piles of  Happy Shopper peanut butter and packets of kitchen roll through the multi coloured strands that hang in the do...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Aug 2006 02:11:00 GMT

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You fling open the door and throw yourself into the room. Half expecting to find a few goblins sitting around a table playing cards you are stunned at the sight of a giraffe suspended above a dark pit...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Aug 2006 02:11:00 GMT

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You grope around you in the dark. You feel what must be the legs of a table and, moving your hands upwards your finger tips identify a cold steel vice attached to a rough surfaced work bench. You pull...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Aug 2006 02:11:00 GMT

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You hear a voice say "I'm sure I can smell lime..." and suddenly a familiar looking greek man is standing in the doorway of the storeroom. Before you can escape Georgios Babarakos raises his crossbow ...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Aug 2006 02:11:00 GMT

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You shuffle towards the bright doorway of freedom as fast as your injured legs will carry you. The Greek boy behind the counter is reading a magazine and , amazingly, doesn't notice this freakish blac...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Aug 2006 02:10:00 GMT

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You scream wildly in utter fear, confusion and  panic. After that you scream again, this time with an acute sense of hopelessness and injustice (things like this have been happening to you for ab...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Aug 2006 02:10:00 GMT

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As you approach the far door you notice piles of retail-sized packs of  Marlboro, JPS and Camel cigarettes. You can also hear some voices behind the door: quick, angry whispering in a foreign ton...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Aug 2006 02:10:00 GMT