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*enters, looking a bit rumpled and agitated* Well hello, everyone. As you can see, I'm back....finally. Back from that long, long, practically endless trip.
I thought it'd be nice to get out, see the world a bit, you know. So I wasn't all that reluctant to go with my typist and her other little puppets to see this land called "Europe"--which, I tell you, is not a place to which I'd like to return. Oh, you wouldn't believe it...I slept on hard hotel beds, got bug bites, wore the same clothes every week, ate hideous food... *whimper* I simply can't stand traveling. I've always hated it, but had never been away for so long, so I couldn't have imagined just how much I'd hate it this time. Oh me....
My typist! She just snorted whenever I confronted her with an entirely reasonable complaint. And my headmates. The one, Spain, was always just flouncing around, twirling her skirt like a crazy thing... and the other, Miss Nessarose--well I can't even begin to describe my feelings for her right now! *pauses; realizes her fit is becoming rather unladylike; breathes slowly. then continues*
You see, this one afternoon we were in France on the bank of some--admittedly--very beautiful river. I was, thrillingly, free of my typist for the afternoon and had just managed to lose sight of my irritating headmates when this very nice hunky courteous SEXY man began conversing with me. We were enjoying a perfectly pleasant conversation when Spain came whirling into view, interrupting us, and practically knocking us over. Then that Thropp girl showed up after her, calling out to be careful... and I just told the man I didn't know them and tried, you know, pushing Spain out of the way... and then Nessarose got in a terrible tizzy and magicked me down the very riverbank into the RIVER!! Completely unprovoked!! That WITCH.
*looong pause; heavy breathing*
*aand gradually........very gradually.......caaalms down.*
In any case.
*straightens skirts, smooths hair*
I'm glad to be back.
I thought it'd be nice to get out, see the world a bit, you know. So I wasn't all that reluctant to go with my typist and her other little puppets to see this land called "Europe"--which, I tell you, is not a place to which I'd like to return. Oh, you wouldn't believe it...I slept on hard hotel beds, got bug bites, wore the same clothes every week, ate hideous food... *whimper* I simply can't stand traveling. I've always hated it, but had never been away for so long, so I couldn't have imagined just how much I'd hate it this time. Oh me....
My typist! She just snorted whenever I confronted her with an entirely reasonable complaint. And my headmates. The one, Spain, was always just flouncing around, twirling her skirt like a crazy thing... and the other, Miss Nessarose--well I can't even begin to describe my feelings for her right now! *pauses; realizes her fit is becoming rather unladylike; breathes slowly. then continues*
You see, this one afternoon we were in France on the bank of some--admittedly--very beautiful river. I was, thrillingly, free of my typist for the afternoon and had just managed to lose sight of my irritating headmates when this very nice hunky courteous SEXY man began conversing with me. We were enjoying a perfectly pleasant conversation when Spain came whirling into view, interrupting us, and practically knocking us over. Then that Thropp girl showed up after her, calling out to be careful... and I just told the man I didn't know them and tried, you know, pushing Spain out of the way... and then Nessarose got in a terrible tizzy and magicked me down the very riverbank into the RIVER!! Completely unprovoked!! That WITCH.
*looong pause; heavy breathing*
*aand gradually........very gradually.......caaalms down.*
In any case.
*straightens skirts, smooths hair*
I'm glad to be back.