[He's slumped on a table, his right hand tracing the contours on the ram horns that have grown on his head.]

No, Snark, I don't think these make us the same creature.

[the soft bleating of his pet sheep can be heard in the background]Not even with those wings. See, yours were probably strapped on by some little girl who took a liking to you. Mine ( Read more... )

[In which all you can see is the darkness inside his coat pocket, and possibly some loose change.]

--rry sir! Didn't mean to bump into you.

[And then you hear his hurried footsteps as they go down a flight of stairs, then a trip, a scream, and a thump. You see your surroundings careen in to the air as the Dreamberry slips from his pocket and ( Read more... )