Fourth Song
What are these weird red rocks that are falling all over the place? They look really strange... I examined one, and there's most certainly some kind of odd natural aura that it's giving off, but I can't determine whether it's dangerous or not, just strange -- definitely affecting people, though, because I've definitely felt odd ever since I started toying with it, and I really can't figure out how to make the effects go away, but it seems like I just can't stop talking, and presumably this is somehow tied into the red rocks -- a curse? possibly -- so I'm just going to hope that I don't say anything too terribly revealing, because that would really be terrible and...
...
I. Need. To. Stop. This. Now.
Because you know, it's just really a bad thing to be talking like this, normally I'm much better at keeping my mouth shut, because in most situations, it's much better to say too little than to say too much, and there are certainly some things I would not like to see too widely disseminated here -- or anywhere else really, I much prefer to stay quiet about what I am, it saves all sorts of awkward questions really, and there are always some people who are resistant or upset when they hear the suggestions of it, and I'd really not care to provoke people this time of year...
No. More.
But I can't stop -- I really can't stop this! I just keep on going and going and you know, Tony and Hammer would be laughing at me so hard right now if they saw it, they've spent years teasing me about not talking nearly enough and now I'm just going at full speed unstoppably -- I think I'm talking the way Tony flies, to be honest, which is rather a frightening thought when I come to think about it, and that's just really a problem because he's actually good enough at flying that the Elsa's still in one piece, or at least it was the last I remember, Jr., is everyone there still okay? Anyway, that's bad because I'm really not accustomed to talking so much, and it's really hard to catch myself before I say something revealing right now...
[ooc: Quiet chaos who is all too good at not saying anything has now become unstoppable blabbermouth chaos. If anyone wants to ask probing questions about who/what he is, this is probably your chance!]
...
I. Need. To. Stop. This. Now.
Because you know, it's just really a bad thing to be talking like this, normally I'm much better at keeping my mouth shut, because in most situations, it's much better to say too little than to say too much, and there are certainly some things I would not like to see too widely disseminated here -- or anywhere else really, I much prefer to stay quiet about what I am, it saves all sorts of awkward questions really, and there are always some people who are resistant or upset when they hear the suggestions of it, and I'd really not care to provoke people this time of year...
No. More.
But I can't stop -- I really can't stop this! I just keep on going and going and you know, Tony and Hammer would be laughing at me so hard right now if they saw it, they've spent years teasing me about not talking nearly enough and now I'm just going at full speed unstoppably -- I think I'm talking the way Tony flies, to be honest, which is rather a frightening thought when I come to think about it, and that's just really a problem because he's actually good enough at flying that the Elsa's still in one piece, or at least it was the last I remember, Jr., is everyone there still okay? Anyway, that's bad because I'm really not accustomed to talking so much, and it's really hard to catch myself before I say something revealing right now...
[ooc: Quiet chaos who is all too good at not saying anything has now become unstoppable blabbermouth chaos. If anyone wants to ask probing questions about who/what he is, this is probably your chance!]