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i woke up at 11pm today to loud voices in the other room. terrified at the thought that there were people somewhere near me, i slowly opened my bedroom door to find a room full of GAWFIKS!! argh. i stared at them, and then a few stared at me, i exclaimed "GAWFIKS AGH!" and slammed my door. wondering if this had all been an attrocious halucination, i made up some coffee from my sink, and once again braved to invenstigate the matter at hand. i opened the door again to find the room empty, maybe it had all been a mirage? but no, the thick cloud of clove smoke in the air and the Leætherstrip still blaring from the computer gave away the fact that it actually did happen (!!!)
AND THEN, they came back. Such sinister characters as Duke Deathly, Good Sir Corey the Black Knight and Razer of souls, some other guy that looked like everyone else (lets call him TED) and the foul imp creature they call "Ozzy" were all in this very living room.
i exclaimed once again "GAWTHIKS AAAARGH!"
to which the Duke of all that is sinister that the blackest wind calls Deathly replied, "heh. yeah. we're gonna chill here. heh. you mind?"
now, i usually don't "mind", but by all that is gl0oo00o0oo0my, i don't like him, or them. so i said "pretty much" and made my case by turning on the noise-rock stylings of Big Black. (one of those bands that the Dark Duke just "doesn't understand". there's a lot of things on that list. such as the value of money, responsibility or hygene.) So they grabbed their Strawberry cough syrup and made their way to the outside, where it is dark and gloomy. Occasionally entering to embark upon sinister demon summonings in the Deathly Duke's lavoratory of undeath.
Thankfully they have just departed from the porch. leaving behind a trail of doom, gloom and annoying phone calls every five minutes. since i don't answer the phone, i can't be too sure of the complexity of said messages, but the voice on all the answering machine messages belongs to that of the Beast Lavos, asking where "they" are. obviously, i am led to assume it is the zookeepers day off and she needs her daily hose-off/meal/virginal sacrifice.
truly, i am bored.
AND THEN, they came back. Such sinister characters as Duke Deathly, Good Sir Corey the Black Knight and Razer of souls, some other guy that looked like everyone else (lets call him TED) and the foul imp creature they call "Ozzy" were all in this very living room.
i exclaimed once again "GAWTHIKS AAAARGH!"
to which the Duke of all that is sinister that the blackest wind calls Deathly replied, "heh. yeah. we're gonna chill here. heh. you mind?"
now, i usually don't "mind", but by all that is gl0oo00o0oo0my, i don't like him, or them. so i said "pretty much" and made my case by turning on the noise-rock stylings of Big Black. (one of those bands that the Dark Duke just "doesn't understand". there's a lot of things on that list. such as the value of money, responsibility or hygene.) So they grabbed their Strawberry cough syrup and made their way to the outside, where it is dark and gloomy. Occasionally entering to embark upon sinister demon summonings in the Deathly Duke's lavoratory of undeath.
Thankfully they have just departed from the porch. leaving behind a trail of doom, gloom and annoying phone calls every five minutes. since i don't answer the phone, i can't be too sure of the complexity of said messages, but the voice on all the answering machine messages belongs to that of the Beast Lavos, asking where "they" are. obviously, i am led to assume it is the zookeepers day off and she needs her daily hose-off/meal/virginal sacrifice.
truly, i am bored.