Gancho Libre

Food's always in my thoughts.

I mean, Kidpen, I don't see anything wrong with it. I think it's a mighty fine idea. I mean, I would never have thought of it if Archer hadn't brought it up! YAAAAAAY ARCHER!!!!!!

*potato.*

George kept barking at the birds. Silly birds, all flappy, all flying. George didn't fly. Goerge ignored the storm. George had seen a lot of these, right? Yes, he had. What did he do when they came? He... didn't know. He was sure he had survived them before... Well, George didn't make dams. So maybe the storm wouldn't be too dangerous. He saw the humans running around, running like the birds. Only... the birds flew. Butterflies flew. George knew that butterflies flew. George liked butterflies. George did not like humans. They cut down trees. George loved trees. George did not like beavers. What... had he been thinking about again? Oh, well. There were too many birds to care. "BARK!! BARK BARK BA-" George cut off as one of the birds stabbed into his side, opening a gash and throwing him to the left. Ow... oww oww ow... Goerge struggled to stand, but fell back, the bloody wound facing the sky. Luckily, there didn't seem to be that many birds around... What was that roaring, that cawing... What was that throbbing...

*Gears in head start turning* Say, Archer, that's not a bad idea you got there.

Here we are! 17 hours later, as promised. @Ookla the Paragon Now, I was typing this up, then I thought, 'Hey, what if I didn't do this?' So, I gave the job to my in-world NPC organization who lives close enough to the Other Side of the World that they can break the fourth wall and consult me for instructions. So, keep in mind this is not written by me.

tHa't S,oUNd:S lIK<><><>e 'F;U.n+++!

The right thing.

*BIDOOF!!*

I was about to suggest a joke character someone could make, then I realized that it would be fun for me to do it. See yall in 17 hours with a character profile!

I've just re-read Oathbringer, and I'm a little pressed for time right now, but is there any proof that the Sibling is actually Urithiru itself? Thanks!

Ookla.

George ran around the island, yapping at all the birds. He was a beaver, so it was a little strange, but hey. When you're a beaver who can bark, you gotta bark. "BARK BARK BARK!!!" George yelled. In beaver language, this was the equivalent of asking the birds if they knew of any beavers around here he could eat. He hadn't seen a beaver in a while though... He couldn't really remember how he got to that island in particular... Oh, well. Beaver memories were pretty short, kinda like a dog's. He assumed. George didn't recall looking that fact up on the web. But, well, shouldn't he know? He was a beaver after all. One of the birds nipped at his back, and George spun around and ate the bird in one bite. Didn't quite taste like a beaver, though.

Granted... wait a sec... Uh, I guess your boon is that you get to choose your own bane? I guess? Congrats! I wish to join the Tautology Club.

Potato.

"Oh, I'm sorry Jim," Butt said. "You know, you really shouldn't be around while I'm picketing my fence!"

Thank goodness for that.

And Mayo.

What's irrelevant?

NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! I CAN'T TAKE IT!!!!!!!!!!! MY BRAIN..... CAN'T COMPREHEND!!!!!!!!!!!

Jim, who had OCD, decided that donuts with holes was too much to take, so he bought 756 donut holes and began filling them in.

I think you meant 'unrelevant'.

Wow, that's a serious earthquake. I'm glad you guys made it alright!

The entire congregation Uncle Brandy had gathered raised pieces of toast and banged them against each other. It turned into a free for all.

*yum!*