Aug 05, 2005 05:40
Faye: Tis a glorious evening to kicketh some butt, eh fair maiden?
Angel: Aye, the butt is ripeth for the kicking.
Faye: Thou art a poet and thou doth not even knoweth it!
Angel: I hath written many a tale spun from the spider's silk...and those that read it shall burn in firey hell!
Faye: Whereth art such vile spiders? They are in need of a sound thrashing from mine mace which doth glow red as the last butt I kickethed. I shall redden the buttocks of any foul beast that crosseth mine path!
Angel: Mine sword gleameth from the blood of such a beast. Hath our paths not crossed, he wouldeth been smiting some hapless innocent.
Faye: Hark, thou art a wondrous protector of young noobs!
(I'm Faye and Angel is one of the girls in my guild)