My lords, my ladies...

[thetrudger]

 My dear, dear mundane!

I didn't realize we were so close. Please, allow me to offer you my thanks. I would indeed be grateful to find a second home.


And you, in return, get the pleasure of the company of Geoffrey Chaucer! The lily among the thorns, the whisperer of the written word, the herald of life itself-


...Ah, now, don't give me that look. I'm a writer. I'm allowed to exaggerate. 

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[thetrudger]

[Said teasingly, but not in a mean-spirited way.] Perhaps I should take a bow.

Many have told me of my future success, and I await it eagerly.

Tonight is my night of typos, apparently.

[scaretaker]

I don't think you get to have such a long time with those successes, but I'm not Chaucer scholar.

Seems to be the way with artists, you know. Get real famous after it's all been said and done.