[*in ur mansionz startin ur crackplotz*]

[1926bentley]

*because there hasn't been enough chaos in the Mansion lately (even though it did explode earlier) and because the typists would probably threaten him with make-up if he didn't do this, Crowley has decided that really, there's nothing more chaotic than a bunch of little kids running around and wreaking havoc

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[mad_leprechaun]

*Because he's never been kiddified before and his typist has been dying to make icons of young Shane MacGowan we suddenly have... teenage Mad Sweeney! Which means he's just about the same only angrier and hornier. Brilliant!*

What the fuck is going on here?

[dracoslytherin]

*is now eleven and he looks him up and down very snobbily but thinks Sweeney looks familiar* Do I know you?

[mad_leprechaun]

*glares down at him* I dunno, kid, do you?

[dracoslytherin]

He looks at him with a frown. "I don't know. You're not a wizard, are you?" He's giving him a distasteful look now.

[lil_live_wire]

Francine skips into the room, when suddenly...

...A beautiful, blonde woman of medium height stands in her place. Francine, now around ninteen or twenty, adjusts her long ponytail as she looks around, mildly confused.

[mad_leprechaun]

*leers*

[lil_live_wire]

*gives him a disgusted look in return and pulls her cowboy hat onto her head* *gives him a look promising that she could kick his ass*

[mad_leprechaun]

*that only makes him leer even harder*

Hey, cowgirl. *manages to cram as much innuendo as possible into those three syllables*

[fallen_april]

*^_^*

*with charcoal smudges on her face*

[hewer_of_caves]

Finrod strides into the room, and suddenly those strides become shorter, falter, and stop completely. He's now a barely five year old elfling, who's looking around the room almost desperate for someone he recognizes.

[theboywho_lived]

*blink* Erm... *glances around, eleven yet again*