“In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.” - Open Message to the Executive Branch.
Life is good for me. My mistress loves me, takes care of me, rubs me, feeds me occationally (usually i normally dine as is) and even doesn't bat an eye when i drop more 'dark balls of death'. Really, she's a wonderful misstress. Not a care in the world.
Life was good until we met another of her kind. just as short as Misstress but really, really pale in comparision to misstress's dark tan complexion. She was quiet, too. meek. Really, Meek. (not that Misstress was any wiser). odd about that meekness...
she said something quiet when misstress was departing. it made all my 'dark balls of death' disappear. every one of them i passed on the bridge. cretin! how am i to continue my bid for world domination when my main weapons-of-massive-pain.... keep getting swept into the river?
'Hebbud!' my misstress calls me as we head west towards Rivermoot. Oh well, guess my evil goals await tommorrow then... To the Fray!
<Gebb> ok, what does it mean to be "huggled"? <spidroth_esq> Something terrible. <Squamatus> buggered <Dran> sodomised <Squamatus> by an acorn on a stick <tresca> LOL <Gebb> that didn't help <alynn>