[LOUD-LOUD-LOUD VOICE]

[shnpc]

FOOLS! YOU CALL THIS SINGING?

BACK IN THE TWELFTH CENTURY, I WAS A FINE SINGER. I FIRST COMPOSED THIS SONG ONE SUNNY DAY IN JUNE.

OR PERHAPS IT WAS A RAINY DAY IN DECEMBER.

EXCAAAALIBUUUUR~
EXCAAAALIBUUUUR~

Comments

[lovinggoddess]

Oh my! Where did you come from?

[excalighost]

[Oh look, he's actually stopped singing.]

Would you like to hear of my legend?

[lovinggoddess]

I'd love to.

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[excalighost]

My legend began in the twelfth century!

[excalighost]

It began Thursday morning.

[excalighost]

Or perhaps it was Tuesday night.

[excalighost]

In any case, that is how I learned that one shouldn't wear certain fragrances in the presence of bears.

[lovinggoddess]

Maybe it was a Thursday morning that felt like a Tuesday night?

[She's taking this seriously]

Yes I see... it could be very dangerous if the bears thought you where food.