*peering at Popcorn*

*blinking a few times*

OKAY! WHO KNOCKED UP MY KITTEN?!?!!!?!??!?!?

( So you don't have to see eight thousand pictures! )

( Private Parcel to Lulumabob. Typist's word, not Hastur's. )

That's what I get for attempting to do something at least semi-decent.

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That's always inconvenient.

The archangel Michael has apparently decreed that I can no longer speak to a friend of mine by the name of Clancy.

The repeated punches in the face rather helped punctuate his point, I think.

My apologies to anyone who I have been... called off of.

It seems that words of friendship are forbidden from some corners.

This thread does not exist. Promise.

*lounges on a couch* Raaaaaaaaaaaave...

Ligur.. is a complete... rat... bastard.

Daisies do not necessarily have secondary meanings. Trust me on this one!

Sometimes a daisy is just a daisy!

Or something!

I have no idea what I'm talking about.

I'm a good demon, honest. Or not honest. Because honest doesn't mean good demon. Or bad demon. Whatever.