Mawrhytsse, he crashed his plane in a field somewhere. Alas, when flying around looking for Paris he ran out of his coconut-milk derive Aviation Fuel. He was to glide able for a little while, but eventually his plane hit the ground and explodinated.
Merrhuse, he found himself in a field in the middle of no where. Mes amis, I was completely lost! I for a few hours walked before coming across some of the local of this region most inhospitable. Morise, he did not recognise the language they were talking. Mewrise, he has not tried to see if they speak English or French yet, as he doubts it.
Marise is now in a small barn sitting, trying to use a small torch battery to his laptop power. He is still hsi satellite telephone using to connect to the internet.
But never fear, mon ami. Whereever Mirrhyse is, he will he way home to Paris find!
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So Maurice is lost again. Wow. I would have never guessed that would have happened again, eh?
Especially since he's really in France. His own back yard, as it were?
-- Ratatosrk.
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