Lunamor

“Yep. It keeps calling you a liar.” There wasn’t much of a reason not to tell the truth. Edgar already knew, why hide it from him? Jenny bonked her head. You’re making yourself look ridiculous. “I’m trying to see if I can rattle it.” She bonked her head yet again. All she got in return was a long sigh. ”I don’t think it’s working.”

I’m on board the conspiracy theory that the terrifying original Sonic design for the movies was an intentional publicity stunt, if that counts. TPBM can whistle.

She’d been wrong. He can’t even be bothered to keep up the lie. ”Edgar, I…” Do you really think anything you could say would help? Jenny bonked the side of her head to see if that would get rid of the voice. Seriously? She bonked her head again in case it was trying to throw her off. Jenny had now been distracted enough that forgot about Edgar’s statement. ”What were we doing…” Before he could respond, she answered her own question. ”Knife throwing, right.” She chucked Sword at the tree, which embedded itself right in the center of the trunk.

Shawn summons Gus, who laments about Pluto to distract you while he nabs the sandwich. Y’all should watch Pysch, it’s great.

I’ve gone through phases where I played a ridiculous amount of Stardew Valley, but not much else otherwise. TPBM thinks that blue is the best type of Gatorade.

I conjure Shawn from Pysch, who uses his powers of deduction to find the real sandwich.

We all know that the magic word is please. As in the sentence, 'Please don't kill me.' Too bad Chuck Norris doesn't believe in magic.

Roy had decided to join Harold and Rob. Jenny figured that three people would be enough, so she stayed behind. A group any larger might seem suspicious or draw attention. Edgar was smiling, so that meant he was probably happy. Maybe he was starting to like himself more. Maybe she was actually helping. He’s lying to you, Jenny. Ignoring the voice, she took out Sword and began tossing it in the air. Jenny eyed a particularly thick, sturdy looking tree. “Wanna practice throwing knives again? We can use that tree as a target.”

Jenny guessed that Edgar was sad about this. He hated feeling useless, and not being able to help probably made him feel that way. It wasn’t his fault, but telling him that didn’t seem to make him feel any differently. She squeezed his hand in an attempt to comfort him. She didn’t particularly like that Harold was talking about Edgar like he was still injured. He was tired, sure, but was back to completely healthy after drinking the gorgon blood. Edgar could still do helpful things, even if those things didn’t involve fighting.

That’s a big ol’ nope. TPBM has had a shamrock shake from McDonalds.

Thank you, glad you liked it!

Before Chuck Norris was born, the martial arts weapons with two pieces of wood connected by a chain were called NunBarrys. No one ever did find out what happened to Barry.

I have a single strand of Galadriel’s hair.

Chuck Norris can charge a cellphone by rubbing it against his beard.

I’m currently caught up with my rps. I’ve slowly been writing parts of my intro post for the Reckoners rp, so technically I need to finish that. TPBM has had a haircut some time within the past month.

Chuck Norris eats bullets for breakfast. You better not be around when he burps!

I bequeath upon you a ketchup packet. I have an infused sphere.

I summon Godzilla to fight the Kraken and free me from its grasp.

the orangutans and breakfast cereals.

This way!

Here’s a sock my dog chewed up. I have a quill.

Granted. The Nightwatcher snitches on you to Sanderson about this. I wish for an infinite supply of rubber duckies. Edit: Ninja’d

Chuck Norris doesn’t turn on the shower, he just stares at it until it cries.

“…can I buy candles outside of the restaurant?” Being a woman of your word was respectable, but in that case it was rather frustrating. He supposed that meant she genuinely would visit his restaurant again, however. Lunamor still wasn’t keen on the idea of waiting for that.