*Dissolves into a puddle of caustic acid*
What, you never once ate a mouseburger with cheese?
How disgustingly plebian. Souris pressè entre deux brioches avec fromage, on the other hand, mwah! Mwah! Magnifique!
All the undead apparently feast on rodents.
At least the clown isn't undead. I suspect some sort of outsider or some such.
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So If I were to banish you. You still wouldn't be very far away. Well that's not comforting at all.
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At least the clown isn't undead.
Come to think of it, when did anyone ever specify that? I mean, I guess not, but...I don't know, can I be...unalive? Is that a thing?
*checks pulse by feeling head-jinglers*
Hmm...where's Dr. Pirate when you need him?
So If I were to banish you. You still wouldn't be very far away. Well that's not comforting at all.
YA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!
Seriously, I'm Hiding In Your Closet. It's what I do. Where else am I gonna go - Detroit???
Does one need to test your head jinglers for a pulse?
as far as your medical health goes I'd say your a bit pale and you have dark circles around you eyes. very un-healthy.
>.> .... oh the beard.
<.<
Oh that's a guy with a top hat ... at first there... well nevermind.
At least the clown isn't undead.Come to think of it, when did anyone ever specify that? I mean, I guess not, but...I don't know, can I be...unalive? Is that a thing?
*checks pulse by feeling head-jinglers*
Hmm...where's Dr. Pirate when you need him?
Splicin' the mainbrace, me hearty.
Now, let's see.
Check temperature.
Is it cold enough to freeze the head-jinglers off a jester?
No.
Can the patient drink a glass of rum and fondle a punk?
Yaarrr.
Does the patient curse when we hits 'ee with a cutlass?
Oh, yaaarrrr.
Congratulations. You'm alive, shipmate.
My dear Count, there was that one time during Spring Break you got drunk on college students and was still feeling hungry and grabbed that rat. Or was it a chihuahua?
Same thing.
Well that's still better then what my first impression was.
well,
hello
young man.
any
recent
excitement?
yesterday
our
uncle visited.
do
oreo cookies
invite
night
gigigles?
they
help
in
sleeping.
?
...
S
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e
m
s
n
o
r
m
a
l
e
n
o
u
g
h
.
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Oh, that's right, Count. To be honest I think we all had a bit too much to drink that weekend. So if I turned the bully into a ferret then who did I turn into an alpaca?
The accordion player.
did it
only rain?
yesterday, the new
ones used
umbrellas.
knights
normally sleep
on
window sills.
too bad
he
expected it.
was it
always raining
yesterday.
?
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*Meanwhile, in Detroit, a lone figure drags a large bit of bedroom furniture across the American countryside.*
Goodness, I really should have emptied the darn thing first!
*Finally, the figure stops and places the object (now revealed to be his own closet) in the middle of the field, before walking away.*
Huh?!? What?!? What have you heard?
Was it the stirring, melodious sound of 400 fairies playing the trombone?
No the other thing.
The upbeat sounds of the 70's?
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Games
are
magical
every time.
new
items in
games
help
too.
!
Why you type like that?
knowledge
is
like
love.
too
hold
each other.
share
understanding &
nature?
.
Be
Cause
It
is
FUN
and
look
man,
only
stars tell
truth
.
K
I
Suppose.
yellow
owls
usually fly.
any
rendition can
estimate it.
no one
outshines
time.
sudden
eruptions can
energize
island
national
greatness
it's
time.
you see
everywhere the
truth.
.