Bowser revved the engine of his motorcycle. "I'm out, later."
No thanks. There would never be any thanks. He just tore off down the hallway, as fast as he could, to get away from Kammy.
The burlap sack of mealy apples is still advancing towards you, Daisy. The dandruff falling from her hair bedaubs the path behind her like a beautiful snowshower. "YOUR CHUNKINESS?"
You're close enough now that you think you can smell her breath as her mouth makes the attempt to form sounds that don't cause mirrors to shatter, but fails in this attempt. It's either that, or some small animal has died in the walls and you're only now catching a whiff of it.
Re: It's Bowser
No thanks. There would never be any thanks. He just tore off down the hallway, as fast as he could, to get away from Kammy.
The burlap sack of mealy apples is still advancing towards you, Daisy. The dandruff falling from her hair bedaubs the path behind her like a beautiful snowshower. "YOUR CHUNKINESS?"
You're close enough now that you think you can smell her breath as her mouth makes the attempt to form sounds that don't cause mirrors to shatter, but fails in this attempt. It's either that, or some small animal has died in the walls and you're only now catching a whiff of it.