004 [] He's the prince of circumstance.

[trickiernthou]

DEAR SANTA:

I want a pony for Christmas.

I want my chip taken out. Wouldn't that be a nice gift? Then I could give eeeeeeeveryone else something even better!

Aside from that, I want a ton of chocolate bars, gummy bears, sour straws, and other assorted candy. And I mean a ton literally.

I want a new mattress for my bed and flannel sheets. The

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[lovespuffins]

...An Ariel Atom?

I would be amazed if you get everything on the list.

[trickiernthou]

The fastest land vehicle in the world! It's made in England. It's awesome.

I could do it myself if I had my chip out.

[lovespuffins]

Huh.

I imagine so, since you're Loki.

[...]

I'm surprised you don't have it out yet, actually. There are some people who are skilled in that field.

[trickiernthou]

Yeah, well, some jerk took my doctor and spun him on his head. Now he won't do it before he ~considers~ it.

Who're some other doctors?

[lovespuffins]

Literally or figuratively?

Chopper and Lucretia, those are the only two I have heard of or spoken to -- the latter I'm not sure if she's still here. I'm sure there may be more, though. You can always ask around on the communicator.

[trickiernthou]

Ah. Figuratively. [rolling his eyes]

You'd think they'd've noticed me by now. I'll just have to keep an eye out--and go to them.

[lovespuffins]

How did you manage to piss that jerk off?

[He thinks Loki might have already earned himself a few displeased contenders.]

Well, good luck.

[trickiernthou]

I don't even know! He has something against gods, the arrogant bastard.

[Probably.]

Thanks.