*hands emergency back-up hat feather* For obvious reasons I can't hand over the one on my hat. That would be madness. Sheer madness!
!!!
Some soulmate YOU are. You haven't talked to me in months.
It's like a game. It's like game. *hunts
You have to murder trees and their corpses magically turn into paper.
Where would I be able to acquire documents that will let me take a discussion somewhere?
Must fap.
Mr. Rantzien, I pinkytoe-swear to you here and now that I will never leave again. And I always keep my word. Literally, I keep them in bottles and feed them dirt. Shiny, it would be full of bananas.
Imagine if there really were a tidus.com. What would it consist of? Beebs perhaps?
You're just gonna leave again aren't you? Just like... like... *poof*