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03 October 2009 @ 12:33 am
[This is it. The moon is full! Jirou has decided to stay far away from everyone. Maybe they'll look at his fuwa-fuwa ears, big fluffy tail and think he's a monster.

It's so damn hard!

...And the situation is difficult, too! Why does it have to be this way?! Being in heat in such a strange place, alone. Endure it, Jirou!!]

Ngh...

[He makes a sound as he rolls over onto his stomach, unaware that the Contrivance is just as turned on as he is.]
 
 
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03 October 2009 @ 04:42 pm
Oi! Listen up!

You bitches ready for this? Here's the deal. There's gonna be a competition today, an' it ain't optional so don't even try.

Look out your window. See that? It's a fuckin' ram. I'm not explaining to you idiots who don't know what the hell that is. Know what you're gonna do with it? Tame it. An' then you're gonna teach it how to do a trick. Like those show dogs from Japan or whatever.

There's gonna be judging, and whoever makes their ram do the best shit gets a peek on what the upcoming tests are. An' maybe something else if I'm feelin' nice. Don't count on it, though.

Got it? Now get to fucking work. You don't have long.

((The competition will formally end tomorrow at 3 PM, so get at it guys!))

 
 
03 October 2009 @ 04:44 pm
Huh, well, I guess this is how it works.

Okay! Look, kidnapping is a serious offense in international law and mine too. Sure, I'm pretty rich but you can't go around kidnapping people when they're in the middle of the Cold War...

Unless...

Oh. God. Could it be the Commies?

Ha, ha, ha! Capitalism always wins, everyone knows that!

Anyway, as I was saying, there are serious consequences for kidnapping people! And the Secret Service will find you.

Kennedy and I were going to go out for dinner tomorrow night in celebration.
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{Ruler Of The Past}
03 October 2009 @ 09:03 pm
[Having escaped the ram...rams. Whatever, she's now dragging dead weight down the street, ignoring people staring at her.]

Tch, what does he think I am?


[Grumble, grumble gruummbllle]

Idiot mortals.

[She drops her dead weight passenger and summons her halberd, poking him in the side of the face.]

Wake up.