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[stolengood]

[If you go into the Mess Hall today, you'll notice something's off- the floor, actually. All of the tables and chairs have somehow inverted themselves and attached themselves to the ceiling, in a perfect mirrored version of the hall

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[my_pleasure]

Did you do all this yourself?

[thebutlersawed]

Tykiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

[my_pleasure]

Grelle.

[thebutlersawed]

I'm cross! Sooooo cross, Tyki!!

[my_pleasure]

Oh? What happened?

[thebutlersawed]

[latches onto his arm] I saw you going in and thought, chance! Perfect opportunity for a daaaate! But now everything's on the ceiling and we couldn't have a nice sit-down dinner at all here.

[my_pleasure]

Is that so. That is tragic.

[thebutlersawed]

I know, riiiight! What do you intend to do about it?! Neeeeeeeeeee?

[my_pleasure]

We could always go home and have dinner there, you know. A little more private, more... intimate?

[thebutlersawed]

Oooh, yes, yes! What a lovely idea! How wonderful! Elegant!

[my_pleasure]

And what are you in the mood for?

[thebutlersawed]

Cake. Cake and a bloodbath.

[my_pleasure]

I think we might still have some cake. As for the other thing...

[thebutlersawed]

Yaaay, cake! Noooow, as for the other thing?

[my_pleasure]

I think I can manage a little something.

[thebutlersawed]

Really? Really?! Re~all~y?