EIGHTY-FOUR

[tehpuck]

Where does my master dwell, to-day,
And what does he demand?
Whatever mischief that he asks, good fae,
We must surely command!

And does the wind ask, "Who are you,
To say such an odd thing?"
I'll give no answer, but a clue,
So that my name you must sing.

When as my fellow elves and I

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[bitingnightmare]

Where does my master dwell, to-day,
And what does he demand?

Possibly a quickie.

[tehpuck]

A question for my master, that,
And not for idle fools.
To give an answer worth our chat,
You must follow the rules.

[bitingnightmare]

Go to hell I don't like this anymore than you do.

[tehpuck]

A fool, maybe, would curse his luck,
And grind his teeth at fate.
I, however, am no suck Puck,
Advantage shan't be late.

I am sent with broom before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.

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[bitingnightmare]

.....

Fuck.

[bitingnightmare]

[playstheblues]

What is it with you and Hitler, today?

[bitingnightmare]

I DON'T KNOW.

[playstheblues]

...do you want a hug?

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[bitingnightmare]

You too--

[bitingnightmare]

...do you want a hug?

Yes.

[action]

[playstheblues]

[hugs the mirror]

[action]

[bitingnightmare]

[Hugged. No arms to speak of.]

[tehpuck]

Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars,
Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars.
Will you not speak a way well known?
For this point you do fail to hit home.

[ooc Was that just... Hitler in a hang-glider?]

[bitingnightmare]

Will you not speak a way well known?

No.

[ooc: It's actually a jetpack.]

[tehpuck]

Inquiries must you always answer?
That seems to be your pattern, now.
And can you not reply all the falser?
I wouldn't be Puck if I couldn't use that, somehow.

[ooc My mind, she is blown.]