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Hannibal had spent the night on the island to take care of a few things. He woke up, listened to the daily radio as he dressed, then headed downstairs for a bit of breakfast and drawing up invitations for the housewarming party he was planning.
Those damn flamingos were still on his lawn, and he glowered at them. And tossed some shrimp out the door when nobody was looking. What? They were annoying, but he wasn't about to let them starve because they were too stupid to go back to the beach. "I have some very good recipes for flamingo, you know," he told them.
The flamingos were unimpressed.
[OOC: Open post! The cannibal is in and amnesia-free!]
Those damn flamingos were still on his lawn, and he glowered at them. And tossed some shrimp out the door when nobody was looking. What? They were annoying, but he wasn't about to let them starve because they were too stupid to go back to the beach. "I have some very good recipes for flamingo, you know," he told them.
The flamingos were unimpressed.
[OOC: Open post! The cannibal is in and amnesia-free!]
