[now in a camp near you!]

[shupdawoop]

*There is a rather extensive lover's spat happening across the fields of snoooooooooooooooooow~! BOOM!*

*are they practicing? Are they serious? Who knows, but one of them is likely to be flying through your door/window/wall any second now!*

Comments

[thats_soraven]

[you just crashed through delicious gingerbread why]

W-What!?

[shupdawoop]

*shaking crumbs off head!*

That wall seemed a bit less sturdy than most...

[thats_soraven]

You- what the hell do you think you're doing?!

[shupdawoop]

My apologies - it seems we have gotten a bit carried away.

[thats_soraven]

[looks pointedly at the Kongming-shaped hole in the wall]

A bit?

[shupdawoop]

I am afraid that when my wife and I squabble, we take no prisoners.

[thats_soraven]

Take your fight somewhere else.

[shupdawoop]

We shall be, if it is not too much trouble.

Did the wall repair itself?

[thats_soraven]

That would be appreciated.

It does that.

[shupdawoop]

I see.

My apologies for the wall - perhaps next time we meet, it will be under better circumstances.

[thats_soraven]

[glances back at the collapsed roof]

...I certainly hope so.

[shupdawoop]

So I... see.

[thats_soraven]

Might try not to destroy people's houses next time.

[shupdawoop]

Again, my most sincere apologies.

I am Zhuge Liang, styled Kongming. If there is any way in which you could think for us to make this up to you, please do not hesitate to ask.

[thats_soraven]

Gilbert Nightlay.

Get your wife away from our house before she destroys the whole thing.

[shupdawoop]

Indeed, Mr Nightlay. I shall lure her outside.

*running out the house!*