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[bob_the_wraith]

*mumble*Show some respect, Bob!*mutter*You'll be the butler, Bob!*mumble*Babysit the brats, Bob!*mutter*Shovel the dragon shit, Bob!*mumble*

*whine, bitch*I'm almost a Nazgûl, dammit!*mutter mutter*

Comments

[mouth_o_sauron]

*pats you*

Little shit needs a good sharp slap upside the head to learn some manners AND respecting people's privacy. >:|

[bob_the_wraith]

Manners. EXACTLY. *firm nod* Too many spoiled brats around here.

[mouth_o_sauron]

He seems to think that because he's Sauron's son he can do whatever the fuck he wants. That's NOT a wise way to proceed. NOT if you want a long life expectancy in a city with short-tempered bastards.

[bob_the_wraith]

In the old days, the wraiths were always the apple of the Eye's. . .eye. Now it's these OFFSPRING. I'm definitely living in the wrong Age.

[mouth_o_sauron]

Not to mention this namby-pamby pacifist bullshit. BAH.

[bob_the_wraith]

I need someone to menace, dammit. How am I going to get good at that if there's no-one to practice on? >.

[mouth_o_sauron]

Well... there's the zombie veggies?

[bob_the_wraith]

. . .

I'll think about it.