Hmmmmmmm, where did I put that last roll of toilet paper
Hmmmmmmm, where did I put that last roll of toilet paper
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That mouse looks delicious. It's going to make some good owl pellets. Might even re-eat my own regurgitation.
I must conquer Russia, in the winter.
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As an owl with the privilege of wings and flight, I can peep into many ladies' bedrooms to see them undress, but this is no advantage for me. I'm only into female owls.
I wish I had wings too
I know you're spying on me, but I'll pretend I don't notice and discreetly turn to my preened side.
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Look at me! I'm trying to hypnotise you with my toxic waste coloured eyes!
This avatar is incapable of thought, because it does not exist.
This avatar is equally incapable of thought, it's made of marble!
This avatar is capable of thought, it's a dragon, and it's thinking about turning things, including people, into ash from its fiery breath. Someone give him a mint!
This avatar is now capable of thought. The gods of Rome have given this gift to him. He is now thinking about the good 'ol days when he was not just a bust and he could go around conquering things for Rome!
" thinks these people again Ugh "
„ Тука е Така“
Where did I put my tribal bone piercing for my nose? I could have sworn by the Darkness of Sauron that I put it over here somewhere...geez, did I lose it somewhere? I must have left it inside one of my victims. One of those elves, or a dwarf, might have stolen it, more likely a hobbit, though.
I'm just a head and neck. Maybe no one will notice...
Somewhere, over the rainbow...
Dogs pick at my bones, they are exposed.
I see Krauts, I am displeased.
"Im so tired of all this ."
Then, as throngs of his enemies bore down upon him and one of his followers said, "They are making at thee, O King," "Who else, pray," said Antigonus, "should be their mark? But Demetrius will come to my aid." This was his hope to the last, and to the last he kept watching eagerly for his son; then a whole cloud of javelins were let fly at him and he fell.
-Plutarch, life of Demetrius.
Arche Aiakidae-Epeiros EB2 AAR