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[bornwithskison]

[It's always 5 o'clock somewhere, and that means that your local Norwegian is currently busying himself by going around the neighborhood and occasionally stopping by a car where it is then--assuming you believe/see magical creatures--lifted by his Troll companion and either placed ontop of the garage, or just flipped upside down into the lawn. Once

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[luminols]

... Are you talking to someone?

[bornwithskison]

[nod, and he directs a car to balance on the roof of another. Man, if only he had a camera for this.]

[luminols]

[holy crap, what the hell--?]

How are you doing that?

[bornwithskison]

[The perks of having a troll~]

It's not exactly... Me. It's my friend.

[luminols]

Your friend? What kind of friend is that?!

[bornwithskison]

He's a troll. Also, he's sort of my... Brother. I was adopted by Trolls when I was young and as such raised by th--Jotun. Sette det ned. Ikke det en.