Now can I go home?

Were I to acquire a sudden new fear, it might be of this cat. Thank God for its silence, at least ( Read more... )

No. No. No. I am not this Snape fellow and this is not my classroom. I don't care what sort of compulsion there is to--

Fine.

Fine.

Potions. Today, children, we will be working on an exceptional potion. Top marks to anyone who successfully creates non-alcoholic tequila that keeps that tequila kick.

I. Don't. Think so.

[ooc: The hat was not permitted to touch the Voice's head.]

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All this pride is enough to give me a headache.

Pride. Falls. Et cetera, et cetera.

You have got to be kidding me.

Lighten up. It's all part of the Plan.

Quiet you, or we'll find out what platypus flavor really is.

I'd like to see you try.

[ooc: Didn't someone recently mention playtpus?]

Tequila might have been nice, but I'm hardly going to go around licking myself all day.

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Missiles? Missiles?

I don't think so.

[ooc: In Metatron's immediate vicinity, which at this time will be in Xanadu, any missiles that come his way will result in a rain of fish instead. It's as close to canon as I can get with the baseball bat/fish incident.]