Charles kind of wished he had a sword, but Sariel might get pissed off over Kiddie Kabobs in his office.
...Is it bad that I kind of want Kiddie Kabobs to actually exist? Like, they wouldn't need to be made of actual kids, of course not. I mean like... they could have bits of meat shaped sort of like little gingerbread men or something. Kinda like how Sour Patch Kids aren't actually made of kids but just sort of vaguely shaped like them.
“Look! I’m not here to play with your monster kids or get fitted for a suit!” Charles protested. “I just wanna- BLAAAAARGGGGH!”
Charles, there comes a time in every person's life when they just wanna BLAAAAARGGGGH.
Charles sighed. They’d taken his balls! Castrated him like he was Fatty Ding-Dongs!
Oh God, I laughed. XD
Raziel preened, apparently vindicated in her belief that her kids were perfect special snowflakes and not bowling balls with wings.
They can be both! :D
“And…” said Sariel. “Oh. Huh. Think I shoulda warned them about the zombie attacks?” he asked Raziel.
“Ah, they’ll be fine,” Raziel assured him. “It’s entertainment. It’s a feature!
Ffff... she WOULD think of it as a feature. X3
Charles eyed the retreating back of this Chango person, who appeared slathered from head to toe in spandex and hairspray. "Did fucking Other Pickles lead us back to the Eighties? Because there fucking better be some primo blow here."
Heh. X3
Every Charles that ever Charlesed should get some exposure to Chango and to Orula. Every single one.
Ganesh hurried to fork up a bite of lemon custard. A horrible sensation washed over him, like a 700 thread count tailored shirt had suddenly cried out in terror, and been suddenly silenced. He felt something terrible was going to happen.
...XD
"YOU CAN'T PUT HUMAN CHILDREN IN THE WASHING MACHINE!" Nathan thundered.
"Why not?"
"Because THEY WRINKLE!"
That is assuredly the most Nathanly way that he could have answered that. I love it.
Charles grunted and butted the door (with his butt).
I like how that was phrased. I just do.
"Hot waxsch," muttered Murderface. He didn't know, it just sounded sexy.
X3 Liked that, too.
Out of nothing better to do, Charles found a stray knitting needle and made a Zombie Brain Kabob.
This should exist, too! This I see as more of a candy-type thing, though. Candy kabobs. With little gummi brains on them.
...Is it bad that I kind of want Kiddie Kabobs to actually exist? Like, they wouldn't need to be made of actual kids, of course not. I mean like... they could have bits of meat shaped sort of like little gingerbread men or something. Kinda like how Sour Patch Kids aren't actually made of kids but just sort of vaguely shaped like them.
“Look! I’m not here to play with your monster kids or get fitted for a suit!” Charles protested. “I just wanna- BLAAAAARGGGGH!”
Charles, there comes a time in every person's life when they just wanna BLAAAAARGGGGH.
Charles sighed. They’d taken his balls! Castrated him like he was Fatty Ding-Dongs!
Oh God, I laughed. XD
Raziel preened, apparently vindicated in her belief that her kids were perfect special snowflakes and not bowling balls with wings.
They can be both! :D
“And…” said Sariel. “Oh. Huh. Think I shoulda warned them about the zombie attacks?” he asked Raziel.
“Ah, they’ll be fine,” Raziel assured him. “It’s entertainment. It’s a feature!
Ffff... she WOULD think of it as a feature. X3
Charles eyed the retreating back of this Chango person, who appeared slathered from head to toe in spandex and hairspray. "Did fucking Other Pickles lead us back to the Eighties? Because there fucking better be some primo blow here."
Heh. X3
Every Charles that ever Charlesed should get some exposure to Chango and to Orula. Every single one.
Ganesh hurried to fork up a bite of lemon custard. A horrible sensation washed over him, like a 700 thread count tailored shirt had suddenly cried out in terror, and been suddenly silenced. He felt something terrible was going to happen.
...XD
"YOU CAN'T PUT HUMAN CHILDREN IN THE WASHING MACHINE!" Nathan thundered.
"Why not?"
"Because THEY WRINKLE!"
That is assuredly the most Nathanly way that he could have answered that. I love it.
Charles grunted and butted the door (with his butt).
I like how that was phrased. I just do.
"Hot waxsch," muttered Murderface. He didn't know, it just sounded sexy.
X3 Liked that, too.
Out of nothing better to do, Charles found a stray knitting needle and made a Zombie Brain Kabob.
This should exist, too! This I see as more of a candy-type thing, though. Candy kabobs. With little gummi brains on them.
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THIS IS TRUE.
Every Charles that ever Charlesed
Hahahaha, and if they all met it would be the Crisis of the Infinite Charles'!!
I would buy brain kabobs.
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