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*Scalding glare*

We will have another duel that lasts so long it breaks the space/time continuum.

*poof up, arch back, walk away sideways*

*poof up, arch back, walk away sideways*

Made my night.

It smells like drama in here.

Sorry guys, Dale's here.

Gotta disband. You know how it is. That's guy's such a

Sorry guys, Dale's here.

Gotta disband. You know how it is. That's guy's such a

You never Finnish what you start.

Heh. Heh heh. Hehehehehehehehehehehehehe.

Mistweaver.

Mistweaver.

Whoa, whoa. Let's just...let's just hold up a second ok? Just hold up one. Second.

Let's not say anything we can't take back.

Mistweaver.

*Lightening Bolts Lio in the face*

Be nice to Finn, I need him to make me look good.

-Bolted; summarily cannot take anything back. In essence, yolo.-

*drains Liore's angst juice*

*runs off screaming*

Wait! No! My core personality trait! COME BACK

With his angst juice gone, Liore will be at his weakest state since obtaining bracers that threw off his entire transmog.

Now is the time for my ascension. Now is the time for me to seize powah!

*waggles roots, begins furious but slow-paced ent-march to conquest*

Just think.

If the Natives had given the Fathers a donkey instead of a turkey, we would all be having a piece of !@# for thanksgiving.

Just think.

If the Natives had given the Fathers a donkey instead of a turkey, we would all be having a piece of !@# for thanksgiving.

What makes you think the rest of us didn't have that along with our turkey and pie?

With his angst juice gone, Liore will be at his weakest state since obtaining bracers that threw off his entire transmog.

Now is the time for my ascension. Now is the time for me to seize powah!

*waggles roots, begins furious but slow-paced ent-march to conquest*

Has the time of the Drood uprising finally come? I will put aside our differences and join you in this holy time that was foretold so long ago.

*ruffles feathers, poofs feathers out, perches on Finn's branches for previously mentioned 'ent-march to conquest'*

Brace yourselves. The druids are come.

-Sets tiny campfires in some places. Leaves(lel) puns and short clips of Titans running through the streets to serve as distractions. And if that doesn't do it, he even commands one valiant fool to stand in the boss mechanics, with the hopes that Finntree will halt his conquest to sit and watch the man's green bar slowly deplete.-

Spriggel hops from foot to foot; Eeyore had told her to stand right here in this very spot which minutes ago was a nice walkway but recently had lavanated into a red hot dance spot. Eeyore had emphatically declared that if she stayed here long enough, the leaves on that tree over there would change colors before her very eyes. So dancing a jig she hoped it would happen soo. . . .oh wait, there's another. She danced faster & faster, breaking into the forbidden Tango de Pimperon as that was the fastest foot mover she knew. Any minute now those two, oh, is that a third, trees' leaves would be changing colors.

Surely.

Flying in on his new Shavetron 9001 manned robot, the Maggot Lord begins to trim everything in sight. Leaves, limbs, fur, and blood fly into the air, accompanied by the Great Maggotini singing arias from that classic Forsaken opera "Death to the Living".

The one thing I didn't account for when I planned my arboreal coup. A Shavetron 9001 robot piloted by an opera singing Maggot Lord.

Curses! *shakes newly shorn branch in the air*

On Stupid Trees
Brobert Frost

I wonder about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
They are that that talks of going
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,
As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to stay.
My feet tug at the floor
And my head sways to my shoulder
Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
From the window or the door.
I shall set forth for somewhere,
I shall make the reckless choice
Some day when they are in voice
And tossing so as to scare
The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say,
But I shall be gone.