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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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You are walking along a cliff-edge when Richard Madley (who happens to be mincing past you) falls off.
Like a grizzled, muscular, cliff-hanger, mountain-hero-sort you grab onto his hand (claw?) and with your biceps and forearms throbbing and your veins popping out and your mouth squint at an angle you mutter:-
"You're not... Gonna... Diiiiieeee".
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