The Writer's Café

*takes out the noose* Candi..... want some candy?

 

*hangs from noose* It's like a tire swing, right?

 

Uhmmmm... sure? *puts a chair under Bremen*

*obtains guillotine from unknown source* Candi! Get some candy!

 

Ugh. *sits down in chair and orders hot chocolate* I hate Mondays. I hate everyday.

 

You hate a lot *drinks from his monster*

 

Smighter, stop forgetting my TZ.

 

Your TZ?

And I do hate a lot when I'm in a bad mood. *takes a swig from hot chocolate Albans back in chair*

 

Time zone. You know, it means that at certain hours it's unreasonable to believe that I'll be on? Like now. I think you're at school.

 

I should be. But instead I'm planning your assassination.

I'm sick.

 

Albans? Seriously??? *leans

 

Are they like Albanians?

 

I have no idea. Auto correct.

 

Ooh, Albans. They taste like chicken, according to my sources.

 

They taste like BBQ chicken, when using my sauces

 

Uh.

 

Last page was pretty much an RP.

 

Nooo, rps are more violent. Lol.

 

*punhes pheonix in face* LIKE THIS SMARTY!! *sits on smighter accidentally, thinking he is a chair*

 

Bar fight!!!! *picks hulk up and throws him across counter. Picks up chair and throws it at Phoenix*

 

Oh dear. What did I miss? Was reading that book worth it? Can I get drunk too? So many questions, so little time. Too many answers, most of them not legal.