Icky exited his room and crept out into the corridors, looking around for stealable and good hiding places. [i]I bet  nowun’ll look atop diz big clock fingy…[/i] He continued to creep through the corridors until he ended up in the  dining hall. It was crowded. Icky jumped up onto a chair at the table. Even though he was standing on a chair , his mouth was just barely over the edge of the table. “[color=1a7b30]A’ight ladz! When iz da grub comin’?![/color]” He could scream loudly, despite his small stature.