Aardvark is spending the day away from the temple and had come into town for an apoinment with his solicitor (lawyer for them american types<img alt=":-)" src="./images/smilies/smile.gif" title="Smile"/>.  How dare those Inland revenue people acuse him of tax fraud yet again! what the hell have they ever done to help him build and run his temple that they should demand a cut?  the nerve of it.  just thinking about this makes his blood boil.<br/><br/>Anyway he would not be taking any of that crap without a legal fight and with those thoughts, he hurries onward past some crusty old mansion toward the town center where the offices of his legal advisor are bassed.  I is then that he spots her  a young looking asian lady real pretty too.  at the door of the mansion. He is a little suprised that anyone would still live in such a place, it looks so derelict.  Maybe there are squatters there or something but Aards mind is far more fixed on letching at this asian young hotty.<br/>He always did have a thing for the oriental type girls and she looks like she is wearing a school uniform.<br/><br/>The lecherous old goat element of his personality is something that can be a little annoying to others at times and this is the reason why his creators back at the laboritoy have put in some measures to control this nature some time ago.<br/><br/>In fact Aard has lived with this ocasional disciplinary shrinking fit long enough now to recognize the signs well in advance.  the quesy nausious feeling in the pit of his stoamach.  the dizzyness in his head.  it is begining to happen to him again.<br/><br/>"dam it. why now?  i don't have time for this now" he curses to himself, but he knows that he has valuable seconds to find help before it takes its full affect.  He looks back up the path to the door hoping he can call out to the girl there but she has very suddenly disapeared. she must have steped through the door very fast.  He hopes he can find some attention there as he runs for the door at full sprint.<br/><br/>By the time he gets to the door, he has to stand on toe tips and stretch to even reach the knocker before he pounds on it desprately,  with all his diminishing strength.<br/><br/>"hello? anyone here?  please,  i need help here"<br/><br/>with that he collapses to the floor, his vision turning white his head spinning.  It is only these past months that he has learned to overide the freflex to throw up.<br/><br/>by the time he can see again.  it has fully taken hold.  he is barely half and inch tall.<br/><br/>straring up to gaze at the wooden cliff face of a door that towers up into  the sky above him.<br/><br/>"arrh  bugger"