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I did Lon'Mower+Tharja for the lawlz. Y'know... Gynophobe and a stalker.
"So?" Jacob asked. "I don't see you coming up with anything."
Narrowleaf nodded. "Erm... I'm out of limbs. All shattered." He said.
*sigh* This is the last time I'm gonna say it. This is an RP about a group of humans that turn into ponies. Please read what RPs are about before...
Jacob sighed. "I-I suppose we should l-look for jobs." He said, calming down.
Ugh. These people. They really need to actually read the bible. In the bible, it states that women aren't supposed to speak on church and you...
"Fine. Give her to me and get this tree off of me." Narrowleaf responded, reluctantly.
"Bolt. Just let me take her back home. Please. I'm b-begging you." Narrowleaf mumbled. "I'll do anything."
A wikd Narrowleaf appeared!
"Bolt. She's my w-wife. You'd do anything to get Flitter back. Please. Let me take Brisk and leave." He begged.
Silly y- I MEAN VENUSAUR!!
Narrowleaf chuckled. "I'm made of crystal. D-Don't think that'll w-work." He said. "I just want to leave with Brisk."
Narrowleaf transformed and picked up the barrel, using a single claw. He hurled the barrel at Bolt and attempted to run away, only to trip over a...
"You w-will lose. I can smell them. There are t-too many of them to defeat." Narrowleaf coughed. "M-Mind at least g-gettin' me drunk? I w-wanna...
How the HELL to I pronounce your username? Like "panty" minus the "n" or what?
"Wh-What about the Order? You and Star are both too weak to face them alone..." Narrowleaf mumbled.
Narrowleaf gave a weak chuckle, then spit out a shard. "Y-You don't understand..." He mumbled. "...Ya j-j-just don't get it. You're w-weak."
"You're gonna love me" Yeah. As if stereotypes weren't bad enough. I blame 4chan.
My metabolism. 90% of my day is eating and not moving. 10% is spent getting up to get things.
I wonder how many bronies are gonna be arrested for public indecency? #LawlClopJokes
