(sorry had no Internet. Apparently Virginmedia will give me a pound off my monthly bill. Awesome.)
So: Lazy sat wearily in front of his remaining treasures, but the remaining part of him which had not yet succumbed to the vile curse, paid great heed to the back and forth of the magical items. For a while it appeared that he would indeed have to say goodbye to the coin-operated codpiece of WHANG! But at the end of the day it was the boots that had the stinky finger pointed at 'em. Lazy sighed.
He picked the boots up by their leather tops with trembling hands. The best scenario he could imagine was that he'd be walking back to Brighthelmstone in his socks.
Holding his fingers tightly crossed, McCrow took a deep breath and then flung the legendary and magical boots into the ravine. Sleep then took him and he crumpled to the floor.
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