*falls over, hits head*

*randomly desires*

Hmm. I must do something about this.

*goes over to Primula, trips her*

*Primula falls over, hits head*

*Primula randomly desires*

*MASSIVE HETEROSEXUAL FUCKING OF EPIC AND DRAMATIC PROPORTIONS*

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Yup. 'Taters.

Just so you know, I've another mun again.

I still have laser vision and large claws, mind.

ANGST.

Back to digging up the taters.

Too old to be involved in italics wars or somesuch.

*harnesses squirrel with laser eyes and devours its flesh raw with claw hands*

Mmmm.

I AM DANGEROUS.

This is the best idea I've heard in a long time. I always said Mr. Bilbo was decent and cleverer than most.Maybe now my son will make something of himself. I was The Hobbiton Garden Olympics gold-medal pruning, grafting AND landscaping champion fifteen years in a row, you know! I hear how they talk in the Green Dragon, especially that Ted Sandyman ( Read more... )

((Oh, new mun, um, hello :) ))

So my lad Sam is in trouble, is he? Can't say I'm surprised. I knew there'd be trouble the day Mr. Bilbo began to learn him his letters. I knew some harm would come of it. Elves and dragons and that little nymphet Frodo Baggins! I says to him. Cabbages and potatoes are better for me and you. Don't go getting mixed up in the business of your betters ( Read more... )

*escapes the clutches of the collective before he can have toupees added to his feet*

Uh, yeah. A tad convenient. Anyway.

Sorry I missed your wedding, lad x.x

Oh, and... please forgive me in advance for any bizarre personality changes, as I will be adopted by a new mun tomorrow o_o *slightly nervous*