1st wild-fire whiz-bang [voice]

[himynameisgred]

[have a splash, followed soon after by the sound of someone spitting out a mouthful of water]

…

Nothing like a nice dip after snuffing it. I feel so refreshed.

Honestly, I know George is the holy one, but is it too much to ask for a choir of angels to come round and serenade me whilst I wade in these hallowed waters?

Tasted like dung, by the

Comments

audio;

[threeatonce]

Breath mint?

audio;

[himynameisgred]

Oh, more than one.

audio;

[threeatonce]

There's always a steady supply of Listerine to be found in corner stores if you're really pushing nasty.

audio;

[himynameisgred]

Is that a Muggle thing?

I'm beyond pushing- I'm practically nasty personified.

audio;

[threeatonce]

I think Listerine might be more hallowed than whatever waters you're wading in, then.

audio;

[himynameisgred]

As soon as I come to terms with my current state of being, I'll take that into account.

audio;

[threeatonce]

[ pause ]

Sorry. That was insensitive.

audio; I'M SORRY MY TAGS ARE SLOW D:

[himynameisgred]

[exaggerated gasp]

How dare you!

audio; IT'S OKAY I'M A SPACE CASE RIGHT NOW ANYWAY

[threeatonce]

Or maybe not so insensitive.

audio; LAWL SIMMER DOWN SPACE CADET

[himynameisgred]

I'm dead, not devoid of personality.

audio; never

[threeatonce]

Still adjusting to the whole walking dead without their faces falling off thing. Cut me some slack.

audio; be that way

[himynameisgred]

Would you like a side of chips with that slack?

audio; I'M GOING TO

[threeatonce]

Do you mean chips as in the French fried kind, Mister British?

audio; FINE

[himynameisgred]

I do indeed, Miss America.

audio; *hangs from your ceiling*

[threeatonce]

In that case I'm in this for onion rings, Mister Bond.

audio; *installs a ceiling!stalker alarm*

[himynameisgred]

He's a Muggle, isn't he.