My lifes going very well, thank you very much. Yes, yes, good grades, some extra curriculers, sports. Oh why thank you. No, no everythings fine. A little tired? I feel perfectly fine! Bags under my eyes? You know maybe my make-up smeared. Oh you're to kind. But enough of me. How are you? Good, good. Oh really? What do you mean O'Riely? Oh thats his name. Well i hope hes good enough for you. No,no no one special. Not that again. Darling I told you i wasn't tired. Not one bit! Now good bye Nancy... yes yes, I'll see you tommorow.  Good luck with your research.


(I think i'm hullucinating conversations with a blonde named nancy who solves the mystrys of evolotion...or maybe i just fell asleep in biology again and had a childhood flashback.)

Dibbler, Claude Maximillian Overton Transpire (Cut My Own Throat, C.M.O.T., Throat)
Little is known about Dibbler. He is a peddler of false hopes, useless dreams and, when his more exuberant enterprises fail, food stuffs. To be more accurate, sausages made of meat (one hopes). In the nature of inquiry I bought and sampled one. I would not recommend it to a starving dog. However, it is cheap and apparently legal so far as the city is concerned. This is about as much as the common layman would know, and like to know. Alas, Dibblers personal life must be examined for the good of the whole.

C.M.O.T Dibbler's family life is a well guarded secret. One may assume he had both a mother and father, though it could be considered debatable. His siblings* have long since left Anhk-Mopork and refuse to have anything to do with his numerous failed attempts at capitalism. Do to limited resources I was unable to track any of them; however they impact Anhk-Mopork in only one important way. If they resemble Dibbler at all they will swarm to his side in the unlikely case of a suddenly successful business venture. With that in mind I suggest that A.M. be prepared for what would be, to whit, the acrpolypse of commerce. A barricade of sorts, a public supply of food poisoning medicine and earplugs would make a fine start to such preparations. Besides this bit of advice there is little else I can offer in terms of information on his blood relatives. We do know that he was not born in A.M. in spite of popular opinion. No, he moved here when he was 7, from an unknown plain city. He arrived with nothing-no family, no belongings, without a sausage to his name.

More is known about his romantic life. Mainly, that it is a small and neglected area of his life. Occasionally young women are captivated by his charm and motivation, but are soon turned of by his lack of success and possibly, cooking. He has had one notable relationship with a one Molly Biben, a local tavern owner’s daughter. A more detailed account of their relationship is available upon request. When Dibbler speaks of their encounters it is with good humored acceptance, wounded pride and the scent of scumble.

Dibbler is not an unattractive man. He has an open, deceptively honest face and a mouth that is neither pursed nor thin. He has brown eyes and a forehead clear of any blemishes but an increased length, caused by the gradual receding of his curly brown hair. His skin is tanned from his outdoor lifestyle and lined with worry and laughter. His faults lie in his nose (crooked from a bad break) and his ears. His right ear has a small piece missing, lost most likely in a bar fight. They are too small for his head and turn red when aggravated. Leonardo has several sketches of the man, if Your Lordship so wishes.

Dibbler has been known to sigh over a quiet life in the country, with a wife and child. (Eyewitnesses estimate this was after four pints of A.M. ale.) The ambitious Dibbler is unlikely to ever achieve this modest fantasy-he constantly reaches for things beyond him and always fails right when he seems about to succeed. Your Lordship, I have come to admire this man, who embodies all of humanity in his will and persistence to survive and grow, as well as its ability to undermine its own efforts. However, after the Music With Rocks In fiasco and other such incidents I must advice that C.M.O.T. Dibbler is watched, meticulously and thoroughly.

* I am aware that there are several other Dibbler like figures elsewhere on the Disc. We should be on guard, in case they should decide to immigrate here. One Dibbler is more then enough.

NOT ALL ARE RECENT/GOOD
No heckling
(Frosty says a small amount of heckling is good for the soul, so heckle away. Or at least the thing V-Wad calls a soul)
LADY (with baaaad resolotion)

Um do to scanner problems we will retreat. I know i know lame but their v-wads pictures. All I control is the key board. My apologies.