**has the plushie gathered up in the net** That's not gonna work. See, technically I'm already married.
Woohoo!!! Himitsu wins!
I say technically because the husband in question changed his screen name a month or so post-wedding and hasn't been acting very husbandly ever since, so I'm not entirely sure if this marriage still stands in anyone's eyes but mine and perhaps one or two other people.... I'm not marrying a perverted plushie.
You forgot that I'm a jerk to!
**shakes the net** And cats can most certainly sharpen their claws on cotton. They can sharpen their claws on ANYTHING fabric-y. I've had a cat.... So why don't I just slip this here catnip in this bag with you and wait for the fun to begin?...
(Moves from the net to the top of Guen-chan's head while she was busy talking.)
Just because they enjoy tearing it up, doesn't mean the claws are getting sharpened! Now quit peddling your cat drugs here!!!
Hah so you admit the Brotherhood are Losers! My plan worked perfectly. Now to save this for properity.
I admit nothing!!
Sorry, I'm not inclines towards polygamy. One husband is enough for me.
Hah! In your face robot boy!!
Just because I said it had ice cream didn't mean it did. It was completely ice cream-less Someone as evil as you should be more careful about believeing strangers. You'll still get paralyzed. Probably at the most critical moment.
(Opens my mouth to deliver my response.)
Poor Vahn, you just don't get it. The cake he ate had Icecream in it or he wouldn't have eaten it. That means either your cake had Icecream and you forgot, or he didn't eat your cake. He probably had one of his Brass Demons eat it.
(My mouth clicks shut.)
.....
(I jerk my thumb at Convoy.)
What the giant toaster said.
**stuffs more catnip in** Okay, girls, c'mon and get it!
