Application for Roddy St. James: Flushed Away

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With a very wet SPLAT!, three slugs and a rat fell onto the table in the sorting room. The slugs were, as slugs generally are, naked and slimy. The rat, however, was looking rather posh in a tux. Groaning, he pushed himself up off the table, only to be confronted with a quill as large as he was, quivering quite menacingly by his nose.

"Well? What do you want?" he asked the quill. Without warning, it swept towards him and almost knocked him over, the continued on without even a nod of apology. "Hey! I say, you there!" Roddy put up his dukes. "Try that again, why don't you?"

The quill did as asked. Roddy shrieked and dove out of the way, only to find himself pinned between the quill and an ink pot. "Please don't kill me," he groveled, and if by magic the quill moved away. It was then that he noticed the words the quill had left behind, and the words on the piece of paper he'd been standing on. He looked at the slugs. "This looks like an application," he said. The quill came back at him, but now he was getting the hang of this.

"I am a yellow-bellied piece of worthless feather!" he said to the quill, and sure enough it wrote it down. "Ha! See that? I'm the master here!" he boasted to the slugs.

They just looked at each other and rolled their eye stalks.

( And the lady wears big undies! )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _R _St._J_________
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __R_St._J_______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _Are they huge knickers?_R_St._J_______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _R_St._J__________"