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[bob_the_wraith]

*mumble*Show some respect, Bob!*mutter*You'll be the butler, Bob!*mumble*Babysit the brats, Bob!*mutter*Shovel the dragon shit, Bob!*mumble*

*whine, bitch*I'm almost a Nazgûl, dammit!*mutter mutter*

Comments

[dragon_father]

At least you don't have a tail they can tie in knots.

[bob_the_wraith]

The little shit set my hat on fire!! >:|

[dragon_father]

:O

That's abuse that is! So wrong.

*looks thoughtful* Do you think we could form a union?

[bob_the_wraith]

I don't need this shit. Just because I'm a thrall, it doesn't make me a doormat!

[catprince]

*saunters through*

Bob, there's some wine on the kitchen floor. Mop it up.

[bob_the_wraith]

Fuck off.

[catprince]

Excuse me?

[bob_the_wraith]

Talk to me again when you've got my ring in your hand, buddy.

[mouth_o_sauron]

*pats you*

Little shit needs a good sharp slap upside the head to learn some manners AND respecting people's privacy. >:|

[bob_the_wraith]

Manners. EXACTLY. *firm nod* Too many spoiled brats around here.

[mouth_o_sauron]

He seems to think that because he's Sauron's son he can do whatever the fuck he wants. That's NOT a wise way to proceed. NOT if you want a long life expectancy in a city with short-tempered bastards.

[bob_the_wraith]

In the old days, the wraiths were always the apple of the Eye's. . .eye. Now it's these OFFSPRING. I'm definitely living in the wrong Age.

[_thuringwethil]

*pouts*

I thought you'd like being a butler. It's a highly dignified post with no heavy lifting.

[bob_the_wraith]

Well. Maybe that wouldn't be too bad in a peacetime regime.

[_thuringwethil]

Hmmm... well... you CAN always practice inflicting terror on my food before I get to them. They taste SO much better when they've emptied their bowels in fear and have all that adrenalin coursing through their veins. >:)

[bob_the_wraith]

Oooooh, now that's an idea. . . *cackles*