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[therealpm]

Received confirmation that I have been removed from the no-fly list. Welcome news, albeit delivered within one of the most patronising letters I have ever had the misfortune to receive.

Corfu beckons.

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[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*Peter smirks as Alastair passes 1 ft the wrong way and brings the jar down over Campbell's head. He slides a magazine under the rim, knocking Alastair off his feet, then gently turns the jar over, magazine clamped tight at all times.

By now, Alastair is 6 inches or so and has stopped shinking. Peter whips off the magazine and screws the lid (with the holes poked in the top) on tight.He brings the jar up to eye level and smirks.*

[bigalcampbell.livejournal.com]

*As the jar is brought down over his head, Alastair's panicky brain concludes that Peter's actually going to go through with his threat of cannibalism. He starts to beat against the glass when suddenly the magazine trips him up, and then the world turns upside down.

Above his head, the lid is screwed into place with a deafening grinding sound. Alastair gazes out from his oddly pickley-scented prison and sees Peter's enormous face smirking at him. Furious and slightly terrified, Alastair starts banging on the glass again, throwing his whole body at it and shouting as loud as he can - which, it turns out, isn't very loud, and in a painfully high-pitched squeak at that.*

LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

...no, I don't think so.

*He places the jar on the sideboard, out of Jack's reach, then covers it with a cloth.*

Sleep well.