The Gargoyle right? I have named him. His name is Bob. Bob the hobbiob. See Bob laugh. Laugh Bob laugh. Yeah, I moved the ooc out of RP shop talk and to off topic ooc-ness because well...Bob has little to do with the SL. He is such a perv. Oh yeah, the thumbs down. Actually, the Romans thumbs down is what we think is a thumb's up. No one cares about getting it right anymore!
Bob, hmmm.... He's all kinds of perv-ish ness. Muhahahah. I plot against his sock drawer. Indeed, much death shall ensue for those that have sock blood in their veins. Death I say! Death to all who oppose the Kitious way of life! -flexing those inflaitble muscles.-
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"The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis."
Bob, seeing that his socks are missing, laughs, and sacrifices his entire drawer of socks to the Kitious Goddess. Little do the lint minions know, that Bob had no use for socks, and those little fur balls all begin to worship the great Kitious, and to sacrifice their drier lint queens to the Goddess of socks, and sock blood, and many unmentionable things. The lint minions were in awe of she who was able to break into Bob's impenatrable drawer of socks, and influence Bob to sacrifice not one, not one pair, but his entire sock drawer to Goddess Kitious.
Oh? Douse thy eyes decive the deceiving? Has all that stood for inanimate objects cold and most solid daftly evaded all manner of molestation? Isatso? Peaceful, so very peaceful it became these munching and crunchings that a celebration in Bob's honor was in order in the all too near future. That and, a dvd or two.
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"The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis."
Bob, the all round good generic name for everything, bounces his head ontop of Alaina's to land light as a feather, despite being stone, and brings with him a long cape of black and magenta velvet which he wraps around her until only her arms, feet, and Bob's head is showing. "Thy halloween costume I shalt be, Sporkalicious Matriarch! Use me, oh use me! For what good is a Bobgoyle which wasteth away laughing with maniacle senselessness, lest he be made a crown of all hallowed-een-ness?"
Bob the Hobbiob makes it appear to easy to get that there Kitious one into a fit of mad laughter that one would wonder as to why the stony fellow seemed to be the only one able to do such a feat. Feet. Did Bob the Hobbiob have feet when he did indeed, have no use for those sock monsters that rapidly died by way of being pulled onto various feet that smelled like dead animals? What thereof could Bob the Hobbiob possibly use such drawer of the legions of some cotton, some plastic and that one cheeky pair that was leather (which nobody has yet to figure out why Bob has a pair of leather socks), possess such things? Silly Kitious shimmies not in her birthday suit while having this newly made costume, compliments of Bob, for that would just be inappropriate and rude… right?
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"The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis."
