Dunno. What are 'jinkies'? Do they hurt?
Of course you do! Let me tell you... *Deep breath*
No.
*Ping*
proop
Ochi!
Neyn!
Listen to your Cousin Pulgewein.
*Peels the face off Count Reiner Heydrich.* “See, it was the butler all along...”
Jinkies...
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*Approaches Comte de Malodor and puts a hand on his shoulder.*
My friend, we've talked about this, my dragon maids are NOT available under ANY circumstances.
Remember, they consider you beneath their notice and you are married now so, stop chasing after other girls.
*Looks over at Tohru the Dragon Maid.*
Besides, she is beholden to NO man and, she has a girlfriend.
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*The Comte's upper lip trembles. A single tear drops from his eye*
*Politely performs a curtsey in greeting to Dowager Comtesse de Malodor and Lady Blackmoor.*
Your gracies, is anything I may get for you?
*Ignores the unwanted, lustfull gaze of Comte de Malodor.*
A swannee whistle, if you please.
*Politely performs a curtsey in greeting to Dowager Comtesse de Malodor and Lady Blackmoor.*
Your gracies, is anything I may get for you?
*Ignores the unwanted, lustfull gaze of Comte de Malodor.*
A swannee whistle, if you please.
Clean armoured bloomers.
Thank you, Waterhammer, it was beginning to itch.
In hindsight, I never should have been so literal about wearing people's skin.
The correct response is: “And I would have gotten away with it too. If it hadn’t been for you meddling kids!
*clack clack*
*Suddenly appears out of nowhere.
I was told there was an emergency here.
Someone needs their stomach pumped?
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*Looks at the body
He's dead, Jim.
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Nar, he's just pinin' for the whores.
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*Gives a polite curtsey.*
Lady Blackmoor, my apologies for the wait, here are the armoured bloomers you requested.
*Hands over the bloomers (which are impeccably clean).*
I hope that they are to your satisfaction.
*Walks over to Dowager Comtesse de Malodor, gives another polite curtsey, and hands her the whistle she desired.*
If you need anything else, please feel free to ask.
*Gives a third curtsey.*
Until then, I shall take my leave.
*As Tohru the Dragon Maid passes by the body of Comte de Malodor, she gives it a damn good kick.*
Why is it things are always aloof why is nothing ever loof?
A loofah? It’s fur scrubbin’ yer backside.
Yes that is what a Loofah is for...
*Gives a polite curtsey.*
Lady Blackmoor, my apologies for the wait, here are the armoured bloomers you requested.
*Hands over the bloomers (which are impeccably clean).*
I hope that they are to your satisfaction.
*Walks over to Dowager Comtesse de Malodor, gives another polite curtsey, and hands her the whistle she desired.*
If you need anything else, please feel free to ask.
*Gives a third curtsey.*
Until then, I shall take my leave.
*As Tohru the Dragon Maid passes by the body of Comte de Malodor, she gives it a damn good kick.*
*As she does so, the eye of the deceased Comte de Malodor attempts surreptitiously to look up her skirt*
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*The attempt fails however, as I show Comte de Malodor a picture of the thing that he finds deeply disturbing.*
Do I have to be clearer about what I said earlier? Fine! Listen well, Comte de Malodor, you may be dead but you're not deaf.
Basically:
1. My dragon maids do not provide THAT kind of service.
2. You are, in their opinion, nothing more than filth.
3. 60% - 70% of my dragon maids (including Tohru) are lesbians.
4. Most and very importantly, Tohru has a girlfriend!
Hey Uncle Fester.
What's shaking?
Well, it was only a matter of time before he got kuru.
Oh don't be silly it's very speak-able Especially if you can unhinge your jaw.
Well, I DID have kuru, but now you have it Pulg.
I've got hairu. Not quite the same.
Try conditioner. that should help.
Is it because of the smell?
Now that's solid social distancing practices.
Assuming it isn't the same gas mask, of course.
true.