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So... um... h-hi... | |
ZZZ... o_o Uhhh... hi... *snuggles* | |
Yo, want some Christmas ale? I got like a six pack downstairs. | |
I DON'T LEAVE! I ONLY RAGE! | |
All these people in mah bed, I just want to sleep... | |
But petting kitties is shown to cure rage. =^_^= | |
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! | |
such sleep | |
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. | |
hmm... hello | |
It kinda freaks me out that you are still weaving your head like that in my bed. | |
owo *throws out of 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! | |
No scheming here! | |
I appear to have fallen into some kind of interdimensional wormhole. | |
...well he-WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED! | |
Calm down, Marisa. | |
Whoa, white hair. Freaky. | |
Where are you hiding all the hamsters? >:/ | |
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