Lunamor

Proof: Dunny is just dun with all of Kaladin‘s drama. Theory: Dalinar means “He who shuns axehounds” in ancient Alethi.

I can hardly do one TPBM owns a wig.

When Chuck Norris gives you the finger, he’s telling you how many seconds you have left to live.

“Have you been able to talk to Chiron yet, Harold?” The kid seemed to be taking everything alright, at least so far. Maybe running was his coping mechanism. “And does he know about the ant?” She poked the mandible, making sure it wasn’t moving. @The Clarinetist

Ok, it was good emotion then. Jenny was immensely relieved. He didn’t hate her, he liked her. ”I’m lucky too.” She smiled tiredly. ”Oh, hi Harold!” Jenny waved, then eyed him over, trying to see if he was hurt or not. It hadn’t been a good idea for him to run off by himself like that.

It sounded like there was emotion in Edgar’s voice. Jenny had no idea what type. Was it good emotion? Bad? Was he happy? Sad? Angry? Maybe he was in pain again? She hoped that she hadn’t done anything wrong. Her brain froze for a moment as she attempted to figure out what to say. ”Of course!” She said it sincerely. Jenny genuinely believed that her concern for Edgar was the obviously correct reaction.

Chuck Norris doesn’t shower, he only takes blood baths.

Receives The Fonz. Inserts a pair of sunglasses.

Nope. They do keep trying to set me up, though TPBM forgets to eat lunch.

“I wasn’t worried about my injuries, Edgar, I was worried about you. I really am fine, I promise.” She glanced at her bandages and laughed softly. ”Or was fine until I overdid it. The ambrosia and nectar had already done their job well.”

Nope! Got any grapes?

“Oh, there was a crowd of demigods chasing Roy. I was nervous and trying to run over here quickly, so I ran through them.” She winced a bit as she shifted, having decided that ignoring the pain would only make her more tired at this point. ”It wasn’t a very good idea.” She looked at Edgar and smiled. ”Worth it, though.”

Receives Orange. (color - not the fruit) Inserts a watermelon.

Proof: Chiri-Chiri seems like a little liar. Plus, she eats stormlight. What next, dead bodies? Your very soul?! Theory: Ruin and Preservation were derived from a cat’s personality.

Honey can’t be made by a letter, it’s obviously made by bears. Why else would the honey bottles be shaped like them? It doesn’t snow when it is hot.

Despite herself, Jenny breathed a sigh of relief. Edgar seemed to be getting better, which meant the danger had probably passed. She finally realized just how tired she really was. Getting hurt had taken a fair bit out of her, and it felt like running had taken the rest out. Risk assessment wasn’t one of Jenny’s greatest strengths, and pushing herself so far had been foolish. She would’ve done it again, though. She leaned back against the wall and fought to keep her eyes open. They had to talk to Chiron. Jenny noticed that she was still clutching the mandible. She smiled at it, still proud that they had killed it.

emus awaited its glorious arrival.

Inevitably end up stabbing myself with it. WWYDIYF a blond wig in your pocket.

Edgar was doing so badly, yet he kept asking how Jenny was. Saying he was glad she was ok instead of acknowledging his own pain. That was new for her. She would’ve smiled had she not been worried. “Please don’t talk if it’s hurting you, ok?” She noticed tears brimming in his eyes. She understood what that meant. She spoke softly. ”It’s ok to cry, too.”

Chuck Norris doesn’t dial the wrong number, you pick up the wrong phone.

Coughing was a bad sign. You didn’t cough if your injuries were external. There was nothing else she could do to help, though. “I’m…” Jenny looked down at her own injuries. The acid burns were mostly gone by this point, but the new cuts didn’t look too good. They didn’t feel too good, either. But they weren’t dangerous, just annoying. ”I’m not in danger. I’m going to need a new outfit, though.” She laughed. The acid and blood combination had done a number on her clothes. A nurse arrived and helped bandage Jenny’s wounds so she’d stop getting blood everywhere.

Jenny grit her teeth and ran right into the crowd of demigods, ignoring Roy. She weaved between blades and fists as she dashed through them. Supernatural reflexes lent her the ability to duck under swings most wouldn’t have seen coming. A boy she recognized from Athena arced his sword towards her and she bent backwards, it narrowly clearing her nose. A girl from Hermes stabbed a rapier towards her, and Jenny hopped to the side. She ducked as an arrow wizzed over her head. She was only one person against many, however. A blade grazed her leg, another her arm. She gasped with pain when the still-healing burn was sliced open. The cuts weren’t deep enough that she was in danger of bleeding out, so she ignored them. The campers didn’t pursue her as she broke free from the mob; she was running away from where their flag was. By now, her bun had unraveled and her hair streamed out behind her. She began to approach the edge of the forest. @The Clarinetist @Scars of Hathsin @Weaver of Lights

Chuck Norris once had an arm wrestling contest with Superman. The loser had to wear his underwear on the outside.