You're very interesting to talk to.
A glance. Startled. Alteration of the scenery. Intentions... Motives... Whatever you call this... The slow tick tock tick (SPOILER)Things will never be the same, Kik.
Are you going to be in the sky tonight, Martyr? I don't want to miss your appearance.
You'd know all about that.
There once was this group of strange beings called Trids. The Trids were only about a foot long, and the lived in a valley next to a hill. Every day they would climb the hill to gather berries and other plant foods. At the top of the hill lived an Ogre that always kicked the Trids down the hill. Finally, the leader of the Trids called a local Rabbi to come help them get food and to talk to the ogre. The Rabbi stood behind a tree on the hill and watched the Trids climb up the hill. All was fine, until the Ogre popped out of a cave and one-by-one kicked the screaming Trids down the hill. The Rabbi scaled the hill and asked the hideous creature why he kept kicking the Trids. The Ogre looked over at the Rabbi and simply replied, ''Silly Rabbi, Kicks are for Trids.'' '
Even if you don't really mean it?
Kick 'im. Like "Kick Him." Initially, I thought it was a feminist thing.
Hi Kikimm.
This is some sort of insecure delusion.
Yeah, but Jeanine Garoffolo has a cool name, whether I can spell it right or not.
