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01-01-2017, 10:06 PM
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Ahh, this Kisamoa fellow had finally arrived at a time convinient for the serpent. Slithering form his outpost, his home upon the hill in the far reaches of the Worlds Edge the gelding approached the crowd with great curiosity for the atrrotious being they had all come to see. He could help but allow a giggle to escape his maw as he took his place on the outskirks of the glade, not far from a similarly coloured man. Toulouse recognised this one from his scrap with Raeden - the man had holldered a few words at them, words that he was unsure he had decided to listen to or not. Listening to Kisamoas instructions seemed easy enough, but just the thought of carrying out such tasks caused his own bones to ache. Work? Like pesants? This Earth God was a fool, couldn't he just swish his tail and clean it up himself? He was a god. And where is Kisamoas role in all this? Hokey Pokey on the bones Toulouse presumed, a bit of black magic and the end of the world or something (or maybe not). The fish's secrecy was so unwarranted for such a cute task as a community beach clean up it caused the snake to groan very loudly - something was fishy about this fish. |
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I AM THE KEY TO THE LOCK IN YOUR HOUSE—
DO NOT CRY OUT OR HIT THE ALARM
YOU KNOW WE'RE FRIEND TIL WE DIE—
EITHER WAY YOU TURN, I'LL BE THERE
OPEN UP YOUR SKULL, I'LL BE THERE
CLIMBING UP THE WALLS
SO LOCK THE KIDS UP SAFE TONIGHT
CLOSE THE EYES IN THE CUPBOARD
DO NOT CRY OUT OR HIT THE ALARM
YOU KNOW WE'RE FRIEND TIL WE DIE—
EITHER WAY YOU TURN, I'LL BE THERE
OPEN UP YOUR SKULL, I'LL BE THERE
CLIMBING UP THE WALLS
SO LOCK THE KIDS UP SAFE TONIGHT
CLOSE THE EYES IN THE CUPBOARD
