SEVENTY-TWO

[tehpuck]

New arrivals? Raise an appendage if you know me and we got along well, otherwise, crawl back under the rock from whence you came

Comments

[stokerwasahack]

How is it that people continue to compare us?

[tehpuck]

Blindness is a common affliction when faced by my looks, don't worry that it's hardly your fault.

[stokerwasahack]

You have the arrogance I would expect of the fae, particularly of Robin Goodfellow.

[tehpuck]

And you're ever so perceptive for a prince.

But I'm not a fae.

[stokerwasahack]

Enlighten me.

[tehpuck]

A Puck. Not a faerie, a fae or a ...hobgoblin, a Puck. I'll forgive the mistake for your pretty face, though.

[stokerwasahack]

Generous of you.

[tehpuck]

I am rather magnanimous.

[stokerwasahack]

That isn't what the stories say. "Capricious" seems more apt ... but then, stories lie.

[tehpuck]

You, I assume, would know first about that, wouldn't you? Aren't you supposed to be dead or something?

[stokerwasahack]

Aren't you supposed to be fiction?

[tehpuck]

I'm supposed to be whatever I told them I was.

Stories don't laugh half as much as I do.

[stokerwasahack]

Then we have established that neither of us is precisely what the stories say.

[tehpuck]

Then we will have no more confusion! Congratulations; drinks all around!

[stokerwasahack]

Thank you, but no.

[tehpuck]

Overlooking our very differing tastes in drink, of course.