Seventeenth spell [voice]

[magicalquack]

Magica!

What's the idea of dumping stuff at me?! And you ripped off a feather as well! Forget about me helping you anymore, you witchy little-- [The rest of the voice post is just a lot of incoherent quacking.]

[After he runs out of breath, he's silent for a few moments before switching to text.]If anyone knows how to remove yellow paint, tell me

Comments

[thunderknives]

I'm sure you've never looked better.

[magicalquack]

Oh, bite me!

[thunderknives]

Well I am rather hungry.

[magicalquack]

I didn't mean that literally!

[Text]

[heinesangel]

Yellow paint?

Um...

[...] Why not? It sounds kind of cute.

[Voice]

[magicalquack]

...you think?

[Text]

[heinesangel]

A little bit, yeah.

It... um... goes with your bill!

[Voice]

[magicalquack]

[Here, have some laughter.]

I suppose you're right.