We don't talk about his mother.

Jan 23, 2012 12:17



“Can’t use this,” said Reginald as he gently tapped a mesh glove and watched blue static play across the surface. “Chrono-gloves are very tricky. I once smacked a man while wearing it and he vanished. Turns out that I’d hit him in such a way that his father had been stillborn. I felt kinda bad for a few hours.”

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icedrake January 23 2012, 19:18:50 UTC
That is pure, unadulterated -- distilled, even -- awesome.

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benchilada January 23 2012, 21:23:04 UTC
Why thank you! I'm glad to see that I can still get Sir Reginald to stand up and dance every so often.

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