*floats in, trailing golden sparkles*
WHO THE HELL DID THIS? I WOKE UP THIS MORNING TA FIND MYSELF SMALL AND CRISPY AND OOZING WHITE CREME!
/realizes that the volume of his voice just shattered a nearby glass
I CAN'T EVEN HOLD MY BLOWTORCH ANYMORE! IF I EVER GET BACK TA NORMAL, I'LL FIND THE SLAG WHO DID THIS AND MELT THEM INTA SCRAP!
ON THE OTHER HAND, FLOATIN'S FASTER THAN WALKIN'.
/realizes that the volume of his voice just shattered a nearby glass
I CAN'T EVEN HOLD MY BLOWTORCH ANYMORE! IF I EVER GET BACK TA NORMAL, I'LL FIND THE SLAG WHO DID THIS AND MELT THEM INTA SCRAP!
ON THE OTHER HAND, FLOATIN'S FASTER THAN WALKIN'.