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[slobberymongrel]

I had to sacrifice sixteen black lambs and three lime-green parakeets just to acquire this famous portrait painter's name alone.

Obtaining both it and dark stains on my trousers that'll be a complete bitch to wash out, I was referred to a wait-list. Said wait-list is written on a piece of parchment that traverses across Europe, the tail of which

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[tapestryblaster]

HOW ENTIRELY UNSURPRISING.

[slobberymongrel]

AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT, YOU HARPY.

[tapestryblaster]

I MEAN THAT IT IS ENTIRELY UNSURPRISING THAT YOUR CHOSEN MATE HAS BEEN TURNED INTO A FILTHY LITTLE ANIMAL AND YOUR STEPSON APPEARS TO BE MISSING HIS FOREARMS!!

DIVINE JUSTICE!!!!

[slobberymongrel]

HE'S NOT MISSING HIS FOREARMS!! HE JUST HAS AN UNFORTUNATE AWKWARD PHYSIQUE!! GKDJFNKDJKG!! AND I LOVE REMUS, PRICKERS AND ALL!!

[cookoflove]

DON'T TALK TO A WOMAN LIKE THAT!!!

[slobberymongrel]

Its okay. She's my mother. And she's dead.

[cookoflove]

IF SHE'S YOUR MOTHER THEN THERE IS EVEN MORE REASON TO BE NICE TO HER.

Dead?

[slobberymongrel]

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

As a baby unicorn in a norwegian ridgeback's den.

[cookoflove]

That made no sense.