[Twelfth Twilight//Video]

[beatrolliche]

There was a sale on Furniture you see, at a place called 'Ikea'. [Someone seems a bit upset...but then again when it's Beatrice, that's always putting it lightly.] I've been hearing good things about Swedish Furniture so I decided that I'd grace such a place with my presence - pick out a few worthy pieces of my liking to take home with me

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[cadaverdaddy]

The 18th century is faaaar superior to this current one, in many ways~

[beatrolliche]

I agree, I agree~

[voice]; ifailatsubjectlines

[cadaverdaddy]

Though people are unreliable furniture, even back in the time where I came from, you see~ Gufu~

They break easily~ It's a pain when your Furniture crumbles while you're seated. Kukuku~ I cannot offer Furniture like the ones you desire, young Madam, but I do have some spare people laying around that I could certainly construct something with~

[voice]

[beatrolliche]

They can be, they can be~ Which is why I prefer demons to boss around more than anything else.

Oh, do you now? Well now, you've got my attention sir~

[voice]

[cadaverdaddy]

Aaah yes, I have heard that they are much sturdier, and loyal for that matter. Did you sell your soul as well?

Yessss, it would take a bit to strip the flesh from the bones, but if I use the ones from the healthier guests, they could very well be able to make a nice end table or something of the like~

[voice]

[beatrolliche]

Sell my soul? Ahaha~ Of course not! Demons only desire human souls for consumption. Why, the creatures would come crawling to my feet, begging me to be their master without little effort at all.

That sounds lovely~

[voice]

[cadaverdaddy]

A special young madam you are then~ Hihihi~ It's a pleasure to meet you, madam, I am called Undertaker.

Of coourse, just like all things, my little craft would not be free~ There is a price for everything.

[voice]

[beatrolliche]

Undertaker, Undertaker~ A pleasure it certainly is! I'm Beatrice, the Golden Witch.

Of course. Name your price~

[voice]

[cadaverdaddy]

Oh myyy, I was right~ Quite special indeed.

A small amount of money, and a joke~ I would normally not be concerned with currency, but it's needed.

But truly what I want to hear is a joke like no other. If you can do that, I will give you anything that you might need~

[voice]

[beatrolliche]

Certainly special~

Would a brick of gold suit you, Undertaker? Perhaps a golden casket? [There's a few detached chuckles here and there.]

A joke like no other, is it~? I see, I see~ I think that should be no trouble at all.

[voice]

[cadaverdaddy]

A brick of gold? My, is that where the name the Golden Witch comes from? I thought perhaps it was your shining and rare appearance~ Hehehehe~

[You have no idea how tempted he is, woman. Golden casket, ffff.

Oooh, so then you're a humorous young madam as well? Such a delight, young people these days don't have a sense of humor~

[voice]

[beatrolliche]

You flatter me~ And you're right that's precisely where it comes from~

Absolutely no sense of humor at all! It truly is quite depressing.

[voice]

[cadaverdaddy]

Well then, for the table of bones, perhaps a joke from the lovely madam, and a single golden brick~ That should suffice, since I need to begin cleaning out the remains that are piling up in my basement regardless.

It's better to use them for something, yes~?

[voice]

[beatrolliche]

Of course~

Why do cemeteries have fences around them?

[voice]

[cadaverdaddy]

[Oh shit, brace yourself, man.]

Why is that~?

[voice]

[beatrolliche]

Because everyone is dying to get in-!