Uhhh... hi... *snuggles*
Yo, want some Christmas ale? I got like a six pack downstairs.
All these people in mah bed, I just want to sleep...
So things are off topic again? You guys are cray cray.
OoOoOOOoOOOOoooh. Not the best thing to happen, but I think I'm young enough to avoid charges.
Well than... how's it going?
I'm fine, but are you alright? Hello? *Grips shoulders* Can...can you hear me?
Shit, dude. She's messed up! Call a fuckin' ambulance, man, we gotta get her to a hospital!
Would you please stop singing? It's 4:00 in the morning.
(To Evade warning, that is pretty much my entire opinion on this matter)
HELLO, NEW BEST FRIEND! PERSONAL SPACE HAS NO MEANING TO ME! *Pounce*
*Takes out the Rueful Axe*
Come on, pounce again. I dare you.
So yeah, what are we planning today?
Ah, are you here for the pants party?
I dreamed about a dog the other day. Not a doge though. Go back to France.
What the hell are you doing in my bed in France?
I could have sworn you were a hot water bottle when I picked you up...
Once again you appear upon my bed, though countless eons have passed.
Hold on, you couldn't possibly be...
No, wait a minute...Maximus Decimus Meriduis never wore sunglasses indoors...GET OUT OF MY SIGHT, YOU IMPOSTOR!
I never knew that I got a Doge for Christmas.
Well, look who's getting Destroyed.
It kinda freaks me out that you are still weaving your head like that in my bed.
You really are getting around, now aren't you?
*ba dum tsh*
Die now, for bad jokes and generally being naught but an aberration!
I appear to have fallen into some kind of interdimensional wormhole.
...well he-WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED!
Whoa, white hair. Freaky.
Where are you hiding all the hamsters? >:/