the first record
[Why hello Paradisa! It's time to welcome your newest addition to the castle. Or, perhaps, welcome back is more of an apt thing to say, although Dave is blissfully unaware of that. Yes, sadly, the young man in shades that you all may have come to know and love is currently standing in the middle of the lobby of the castle. He seems... unimpressed. Perhaps uncaring because he's got a poker face on and it's not showing shit. And after a few moments of staring around and taking the sights in, he plops down on a nearby couch and pull out his journal, beginning to scribble.]
what the fuck
is this bullshit
no seriously this isnt derse or lohac or lofaf
swell
magical even
okay so here we are sitting in a castle done in the color of like
a useless sack of angry festering asshole
and im busy scribbling down notes for posterity's sake
shits so real right now
like im pretty sure this isnt some giant delusion dreamed up by like
i dunno pick the most unlikely thing i can think of
got it
one of egberts creepy clowns gone on like a drug fueled rampage
all in a stupor after getting worked up and shit
like hes busy licking fresh blood off his hands and then like
wham that doogie houser md he smoked starts kicking in
and suddenly were all figments of his hippie tree loving mind
doing like the fandango around some gnarled old tree thats probably some vague allusion to either a bong or his meat missile
pick your poison
okay and memo to self
this would make a sweet rap later on lets get on that shit
dave out journal
no wait
got it youve got a name now
dave out booker t norris dumbledore kenobi
what the fuck
is this bullshit
no seriously this isnt derse or lohac or lofaf
swell
magical even
okay so here we are sitting in a castle done in the color of like
a useless sack of angry festering asshole
and im busy scribbling down notes for posterity's sake
shits so real right now
like im pretty sure this isnt some giant delusion dreamed up by like
i dunno pick the most unlikely thing i can think of
got it
one of egberts creepy clowns gone on like a drug fueled rampage
all in a stupor after getting worked up and shit
like hes busy licking fresh blood off his hands and then like
wham that doogie houser md he smoked starts kicking in
and suddenly were all figments of his hippie tree loving mind
doing like the fandango around some gnarled old tree thats probably some vague allusion to either a bong or his meat missile
pick your poison
okay and memo to self
this would make a sweet rap later on lets get on that shit
dave out journal
no wait
got it youve got a name now
dave out booker t norris dumbledore kenobi