[Three figure parachute into camp, landing on a clear patch of cornfield. At least one of them enjoyed it. When midnight strikes, there is a *POOF* and the three parachutes turn into three pumpkins. The petite woman turns to the pair of gorillas who have been escorting her and arches an eyebrow.]
I get it that your boss is into juvenile levels of irony . . . But that wouldn't have been very funny five minutes ago, now would it ?
[Intro post for Cindy.
Stats and Perms in her journal as well as a
Happily Ever After / Canon Recognition Poll.]
[Mostly back to tie up any loose threads.]