The Mayor Speaks

[willwhitfoot]

Hello.

I am the NOT-FORMER Mayor of Michel Delving. You think it's that fat Samwise Gamgee, don't you? Well, you'd be mistaken.

Just because I died, doesn't mean I can't come back and claim my rightful position! And claim it I will! You know, in my day, the mayor's office was not some petty little tuppeny ha'penny dressmaker's shop where the

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Uh. Well, this sobered me right up. Kinda.

[samwisegamgee]

Nope. Um. You died, and I'm the Mayor. Forever. I made it illegal for me not to be Mayor. Sorry!!! And the people love me and stuff. Maybe.

So hullo, sir. And no. And be good, or I'll put you back in one of those Lockhole things, and see if I don't!

...

But you can be, ummmmm, Postmaster if you want.

Next time, drink a mixture of fertiliser and tomato juice.

[willwhitfoot]

Don't give me that chubby faced attempt at power, boy. I know what's what and I know a spade is a spade and a demon is an evil thing!

Ah, I bet you haven't read al the fat legislature I drew up. I said that NO ONE COULD EVER BE THE MAYOR BUT ME EVEN IF I WERE DEAD and then I made it ILLEGAL FOR ANYONE TO CHANGE THAT. This might be a lie, but you cannot read, so it doesn't matter.

Post! No, but you'd look sweet in a blue uniform with a little cap on your head.

Move over, tubster, I'm here and my teeth are stained with nicotine.

It's been a long fucking day.

[samwisegamgee]

...Okay.

*cries*

You're better off dead, boy.

[willwhitfoot]

So you're a cryer, eh?

Little baby!

I should put you in your stroller and push you to the other end of the garden and let you scream your lungs out!

*pokes you*

Baby want some of mummy's milk?

*makes a disgusting sucking face*

Bah!

*waddles off muttering in disgust*

[ghostofisildur]

((OOC~:pees pants laughing:))

[willwhitfoot]

hehe