Krak left because he can't present awards with the same level of comedy and class that I can. He pokes his head in once in a while to see if people remember him, and then runs off crying when most people don't.

 

Yup.

 

 

Damn....just..damn....

 

I still love you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the floor, bleeding.

Bump

 

I still love you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the floor, bleeding.

 

 

You'll be that which you have just said after we face each other in FFootball.

Thy will be done, dark mistress

Krak is your mistress? I always did suspect!

 

 

Nyn

Eh. It's been ages since I felt wanted here anyway. Dunno why I ceep bothering. har har.

*licks* you taste like smoked strawberry

 

 

 

Nyn

Who the hell has been putting strawberries on the bbq?

*pokes Mighte with a stick*

 

is it real?

Does it matter?

 

 

 

Nyn

Yeah. Does it matter? I'm hot to trot whether I'm real or not.

It is a point of interest.

Not for you. I don't even know you. O.o Keep your furry paws off of me or risk certain and rather painful death.

Starrik is a Trolloc. A newb. I am uncertain of him as of yet so I have no advice to offer.

 

 

 

Nyn

Bah! I need no advice! Strangers shall be executed upon sight!

 

>.>

 

That is the law, right?

*shrugs*

 

 

Works for me.

*Executes Mightelove*

So is Mighte an executive now? I can see her pulling that off.

 

 

 

Nyn

Oh, hey! An executive?

 

I demand the corner office and a secretary! Chop Chop!

*chops mighte*

*backstabs Moon*

*throws Canuk into Mighte's cookpot*

Your new secretary is in your cookpot Mighte!

*waves*

*blinks at the silly witch and flicks the knife out of her hand*

 

You'll have to try harder than that.