"Well now, that is an interesting question," Discord said. "Very existential. Back home most folks credit the order of the natural world to the pony princesses, though as their contemporary that doesn't really work well in my case, does it? I suppose you'd really just have to say it was the universe. I was born this way, you see." For an instant, he was styled just like someone out of a Lady Gaga video, or at least the pony world equivalent. "Destined to greatness."
The style was utterly lost on Bob, since Harry didn't tend to watch Gaga.
"So you decided it yourself, then." He'd figured. "Well, this island's got quite enough chaos without you adding your own bits in, so either enjoy what we've already got, or get lost."
"Out of the goodness of your heart, I'm sure," Bob said. "That wasn't an order, it was advice. This island tends to have ways of dealing with things that play havoc with it."
"Why not? Just because I'm chaotic doesn't mean I can't be nice." He wasn't, but it wasn't the chaotic bit that made him that way. "You're not the first to mention that. You all seem to have tremendous confidence in your island."
"Ah well, your loss!" Discord summoned a pear. It had googly eyes and a mouth. He took a delicate bite out of it, causing the pear to grumble miserably. "Your island has never seen the likes of me before, Hrothbert. Though I think I'll quite like watching it try."
Bob shrugged. "Suit yourself, if you really think that." He wasn't going to bother trying to dissuade him any further. Being like him rarely cared to listen to anything as boring as reason.
He had a feeling he knew that answer.
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"So you decided it yourself, then." He'd figured. "Well, this island's got quite enough chaos without you adding your own bits in, so either enjoy what we've already got, or get lost."
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"In my experience, even nice chaotic beings tend to cause more harm than good. I like my order, thank you."
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