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04/09/2014 10:35 AMPosted by Mormel

But the troll tree did write somethin'!

*points at crayon-scrawled sign*

See! He's lookin' for more critters ta fondle!

Fondle? How dare you! I do not fondle my helpers. I give them shelter in my boughs, and they hold the wanted signs. Our relationship is strictly professional.

I'd give you many testamonials, but all of my helpers have been engulfed in flames or shot with toe clippings. It's not my fault they're dead.

All this time and energy spent faffing about, and we could be -writing- things.

I *am* writing things! Crayon scrawlings aside.

04/09/2014 01:04 PMPosted by Finnaeus

Fondle? How dare you! I do not fondle my helpers. I give them shelter in my boughs, and they hold the wanted signs. Our relationship is strictly professional.

*rolls eyes*

That's not what a little birdie told me.

Birds lie. And crap on your windshields.

-Swoops up behind Mormel. Utters a single, husky whisper:

"Hundred percentile profit margins."-

Hundred!

Percentile!

Profit!

Margins!

*Mormel's eyes glaze over*

Sailing
Takes me away
To where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me

Weren't we on a boat five minutes ago? Now we're...not wearing clothes, apparently?

Is it just me or is it gettin' kinky in here?

Alright people. We need ideas. Big ideas. We need fast, we need sleek. We need sexy.

But I'm right here, Lio, fulfilling all those requirements.

*struts forward, roots waggling in slow motion*

04/15/2014 12:08 PMPosted by Liore

Alright people. We need ideas. Big ideas. We need fast, we need sleek. We need sexy.

So everyone take a gooood hard look at Lio, memorize every little detail...

now do the exact opposite.

-Ugly cries into a gallon of choc chip cookie dough.-

YOURE BEAUTIFUL
NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY

04/15/2014 01:12 PMPosted by Liore

-Ugly cries into a gallon of choc chip cookie dough.-

YOURE BEAUTIFUL
NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY

*Quietly whispers* It's the hat man...the hat.

04/15/2014 01:12 PMPosted by Liore

-Ugly cries into a gallon of choc chip cookie dough.-

YOURE BEAUTIFUL
NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY

What did I tell you about eating my ice cream?

NOTHING IS SACRED ANYMORE!

04/15/2014 12:08 PMPosted by Liore

Alright people. We need ideas. Big ideas. We need fast, we need sleek. We need sexy.

Well if your lookin' for smexy ya can always come to the Boutique & Bar.

Then again if ya want ideas I've got this special potion I brewed that I can sell ya. Once ya drink it you'll get all sorts of ideas while under its influence.

-Holds up iStone. Waits for text.-

'Nyah?'

-Smarmswag.-

04/15/2014 02:28 PMPosted by Finnaeus

What did I tell you about eating my ice cream?

NOTHING IS SACRED ANYMORE!

YOUR ice cream? What the hell did you do with MINE, you tree-loving hippie?

04/16/2014 12:46 PMPosted by Ketiron

04/15/2014 02:28 PMPosted by Finnaeus

What did I tell you about eating my ice cream?

NOTHING IS SACRED ANYMORE!

YOUR ice cream? What the hell did you do with MINE, you tree-loving hippie?

...wouldn't that be Hippie-loving Tree?

That doesn't check out. Nobody loves hippies.

Well yeah, doesn't that just mean Finn loves them?