Sep 18, 2014
Greetings Mortals
And I am very curious about the current situation.
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Greetings Mortals
And I am very curious about the current situation.
I know what you're thinking.
"But I do not dance on command!"
"No. Really. It'd be fun."
New Target!
I love those!
Ask me about it! Ask me! Ask me!
Okay! I'll tell you!
So, there I was, flying in my new jet.
And then I killed my mark. The end.
Harls walked down the street strutting to his music, the sweet sounds of Britney Spears booming from his large, harlequin faced headphones. He sang along as he went, voice soft and smooth, deep even. A complete contrast from his usual pitch whenever he spoke or told someone off, but while his voice was beautiful, his movements were questionable. "Gimme, gimme gimme more. Gimme, gimme, gimme more. Gimme, gimme, gimme more. Gimme mooooore~ Ooooh~" A few somersaults and a expert landing on the edge of the fountain, he sounded practically obscene. Lacking an ounce of shame, he grabbed a random bystander and danced with them, before walking off like nothing happened and enjoying his music.
'Maybe you should knock next time instead of just barging in'
'I have to get to work. So this better be important. You are going to make me late'
How awesome am I?
It's just natural.