yeah well... she's not eating that anyway
[ You have one (1) whip-toting camper glaring at a toucan.
It glares back. Then it grabs something from under its wing and drops it by Franziska's feet.
Ewww... is this supposed to be pie? It's all wriggly and disgusting and undead. She didn't even know pie could be undead. ]
You foolishly foolish foolishly bird brained foolish fool of a fowl! What, in the span of that conversation, made you think that I would appreciate something like this?
[ She unleashes her whip at the bird who manages to fly away because... it's a bird. Birds fly. Who knew, right? ]
Come back here, you feathered fool! When I get my hands on you I'll--
[ She stomps her foot and SQUELCH-- she just stepped on something didn't she? It's the pie, wasn't it? Oh god. Oh ewww. This is going to be a bitch to wash off high heels. Tell her those aren't fingers and that they don't move anymore. ]
((ooc: New character a.k.a. am I doing this wright right please adopt a homeless not-so-happy camper.))
It glares back. Then it grabs something from under its wing and drops it by Franziska's feet.
Ewww... is this supposed to be pie? It's all wriggly and disgusting and undead. She didn't even know pie could be undead. ]
You foolishly foolish foolishly bird brained foolish fool of a fowl! What, in the span of that conversation, made you think that I would appreciate something like this?
[ She unleashes her whip at the bird who manages to fly away because... it's a bird. Birds fly. Who knew, right? ]
Come back here, you feathered fool! When I get my hands on you I'll--
[ She stomps her foot and SQUELCH-- she just stepped on something didn't she? It's the pie, wasn't it? Oh god. Oh ewww. This is going to be a bitch to wash off high heels. Tell her those aren't fingers and that they don't move anymore. ]
((ooc: New character a.k.a. am I doing this wright right please adopt a homeless not-so-happy camper.))