[Voice]

[rentawizard]

Hey, guys.

It's come to my attention that lots of people think it's funny to rip up the village. Just as a warning, next person I see running around blowing stuff up or biting people is gonna get the business end of this staff [Waves it in front of the crow's eye] shoved down their throat. And then I will pour fire down it. Or maybe you'd prefer

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[i_see_death]

Yes, that's sure to work.

[rentawizard]

And you're doing so much more to help out.

[i_see_death]

[shrug] The Reaper's running a puppet show. What do you want me to do about it, exactly?

[rentawizard]

How about not deliberately stirring stuff up? Actually, great idea. How about shutting up until you've got something useful to say?

[death_of_terra]

Oh, yes, I had almost forgotten about you. Hahaha! Heh...

[Kuja's at the edge of the forest - at least, it might have been the edge of the forest, but now it's kind of hard to tell because it's just scorched and blackened land.]

Does this prohibition extend past 'blowing stuff up' and 'biting'?

[rentawizard]

I know, I just kinda fade into the background, don't I?

[Grins with no humour at all]

Pretty much extends to 'pissing me off', really.

[death_of_terra]

[There's a delay of about fifteen minutes, and then a terrible screeching noise as Cabin 15 (fortunately unoccupied) appears to just... strain inwards on itself, shrinking until it looks like a miniaturized playhouse version of itself.]

[rentawizard]

Yeah, that qualifies.

[Heads out the door, holding his staff]

Ready or not, here I come.

[warped_genetics]

Your stick is terrifying. [ Cheeky Zetsurin? Something is wrong forever. ]

[rentawizard]

Isn't it just? Fetch.

[warped_genetics]

Gladly. While I'm at it, I'll make sure to chew it in half.

[rentawizard]

It might explode you with the raw build up of power, just so you're aware. And if it doesn't, I will.