Well, kiss my blarney stone

[soymade]

I'd been seeing some weird shit around my room lately -- some potatoes in various stages of growth, a real gold coin, and once a green top hat -- but I figured, hey, I've picked up weirder stuff on my travels and then forgotten about it, right?

Then this morning I woke up to tiny, painful blows on my torso and frantic high-pitched swearing. It was

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[th_patches]

Ya got summat t'say ta me, mister? Ye talk pretty big for a fella almost as wee as I am.

[th_patches]

::squirms, hanging by his collar::

Ye think ye're so big with yer weird magicks eh?! Well two shiny coins o'mine says ye're half a man where it counts!

[treehouse_dean]

I'LL TAKE THAT BET.

[treehouse_dean]

JUST BEING HONEST.

[th_patches]

Shoulda known, ya buggerer! Ya let 'im treat ya real nice, do ya?

[treehouse_dean]

HELL YEAH.

CLEARLY YOU HAVEN'T BUMPED NASTIES WITH A TRICKSTER.

[th_patches]

Nor 'ave I ever been someone's lady-friend, but there's another difference between us, I judge!

[th_patches]

Fah! Says you, angel-boyo!

[th_patches]

Talk to yer pretty-boy lover there for that sort o'nonsense; I'll have none!

[th_patches]

::grimaces::

I'll not hear o' your perversions while there be decent folk present!