. . .

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

. . .

hm. tree.

what do i want . . .

[ she's making a pencil float and spin. she's been watching this for five minutes. ]

. . school? like fish?

i revel in the night. i wander in the darkness.

though people tend to tell me im scary because of that. i do not understand them.

[ crunch. crunch. the leaves and branches crack under the shape's boots as she wanders through the forest aimlessly. perhaps nearby. ]

morning is a state of mind.

i tend to wake in what they call the afternoon. no. it is my morning.

is a morning truly a morning?

. . . i sense something.

i think so. and i don't usually do humor.

how silly.

i lost my umbrella.

it is one of the better ideas i have heard in my lifespan. would you like a prize for it? i can grab one.

hand in the glue sanitizer?

salmon.

knife in my leg.

the reason in question.

she is green for an amazing reason.

raise hell.

hm.

i can "dig that", as they say.

why not.

can you clean that up.

this guy. not a fan.

i need help on green.

i see doorman.

lash is missing.

i understand. i will get you it by the end of the week.