That is a very weird wish. *Tosses a water balloon at MorphinBrony that should, upon popping, turn them into an Oompa Loompa.*
*Notes the balloon caused her book to tilt.* Perhaps I should put my book away until I can read in a safer place.
Cascading escalation. I suppose I should have expected that. *The book emergency teleports away into Ebony's master's infinite library before it can get wet.* - - Auto Merge - - Ridley didn't say they tied it closed.
Well some of it is on papyrus so that would be reeds. Also some of it is on parchment so that would be poor sheep. Then there are the stones in the cuneiform section. Actually there are quite a few works written in bone too not to mention all the electronic mediums we've had for some time now.
The person holding the gun. - - Auto Merge - - Hm.. well on that note I think I have to get back to work. On today's list is some minor thievery of secret intel and selling it to the enemy of the target. Ooh, I do love these missions. *Ebony and the cloud she has been resting on disappear.*
I can't think straight. I've got a taranshula with an eye the size of a meatball setting up home in my joy department. Help me.
Go over, introduce yourself, and offer him a cricket as a sign of peace and good will. Also, what's a joy department?
That's not possible for a multitude of reasons. The joy department is the area usually covered by briefs, boxers, y-fronts, or some other style of underwear. This is an unpleasant situation.
Huh. Well that is a pickle. In light of this new information, I suggest you take a deep breath, and then do an acrobatic pirouette off the handle.
Hm... and I will be on the road when season 5 starts. *Ebony fades in.* I thought the joy department is the section that sells whatever it is you enjoy the most.
