*melts ye both under the heat lamps*

 

*stirs the mess together*

I gots a mess in meh pantz..... and not in the back

Don't worry, I hear that happens to lots of guys *spreads rumors about you*

*hears rumors on Good Morning America*

Ugh, mornings! *disapproves*

*lives in perpetual darkness so there can be no mornings* :)

*seals shut the lid to Ick's jar*

Where on his body is his jar pray tell?

Currently? The outside.

My mind can't wrap around it.

 

But my mind isn't very big nor is it stretchy so that's not surprising.

*fills it full of helium*

Isnt that toxic? :/

Ick's mind? Probably, but I'll take that chance.

*counters with mercury*

'S a really hot planet *sentences Ick there*

That's not a sentence; there's no punctuation!

*stabs Ick in the eyes with apostrophes*

Finally, they're mine!

Mining your skull for gold, BUT THERE WAS NONE TO BE HAD

Yup, tis all pyrite.

Your head is full of sand and pigeon droppings.

I'm proud to say those weren't there to start with.

"She'll never have to worry about mind control."

 

"No, but she'll have to watch out for ferrets building a nest in her head."

*munches candy corn* *tastes kinda like sawdust*

I do recall ordering Ireond like a week ago to get his ass in here and spam. I AM VERY DISAPPOINTED