cracky spam for Mr Donowtiz and the cannibal butcher/barber.
[Clapet was pleased to have a job to do, as he'd been bored. Very, very bored. Not that he was going to admit this to his warden, oh no. He'd much prefer to be butchering, and much prefer to be getting something back for his labour, but... this was filling the time.
So, he was pushing hair around the common room floor with a broom Donny had produced out of nowhere.
He gave his warden a curious glance, and noticing he wasn't paying much attention, held up the edge of a nearby rug and went to sweep the hair under there instead.
Snicker snicker.]
So, he was pushing hair around the common room floor with a broom Donny had produced out of nowhere.
He gave his warden a curious glance, and noticing he wasn't paying much attention, held up the edge of a nearby rug and went to sweep the hair under there instead.
Snicker snicker.]