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[bastard_irmo]

*decides to get out of the wife's way and heads over to Mandos*

Namo!!! Go get the munchies!!! We're going to sit here and play Monopoly with special Valar rules just like the time I made you turn the Feanorian girls into girls!! Yes, the wife's still annoyed at me.*wanders off to find the Monopoly set

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[tar_calion]

*Hollers in a shades-kind-o'-way*

NAMO IS THAT YOU!!?!

[tar_calion]

Woah, that is bizarre...but still oddly familiar. I mean, I can see the resemblance, he looks like he could be Caranthire's brother or something. Caranthire's transvestite brother.

[bastard_irmo]

Yeah... I don't imagine he'll be too pleased about that...

[tar_calion]

She'll get over it. She's resilient. He's resilient.

Oh Eru. What about the kids?

[bastard_irmo]

>_<

Quiet! You're sounding like I expect the wife to sound.

[tar_calion]

Well gee, I'm sorry but this is my friend we're talking about and I happen to like said kids. I can't help but worry.

[bastard_irmo]

Oh, I doubt Feanor'll let him sell them into slavery.

[tar_calion]

That's not what I meant and you know it. I'm more thinking along the lines of Morno having four daddies now.

[bastard_irmo]

...

BWHAHHAHAH!!!!

Sorry. Shouldn't laugh.

[tar_calion]

No, you probably shouldn't. Miril's going to be gutted, her mother's got a terminal case of boy.

[bastard_irmo]

Well, maybe it will teach them all a valuable lesson in acceptance. Or something.

[tar_calion]

*sighs*

*sadly* Brains.

[bastard_irmo]

Well. Brains are pretty tasty.

[tar_calion]

...

That's really not what I meant to say.

[bastard_irmo]

Oh. Right. I'm meant to sort that matter out for you, aren't I?

[tar_calion]

If you would. Hey how many channels does this thing have?

*Isn't thinking of checking up on his family and disobeying Este, no no...*