<If yŏŭ ăll wăntĕd / tŏ gŏ tŏ ă / mănsĭŏn whĕrĕ yŏŭ'rĕ bŏŭnd / tŏ dĭĕ, yŏŭ cŏŭld / jŭst cŏmĕ ŏvĕr tŏ / my căstlĕ ĭnstĕăd. It's / prŏbăbly cŏŏlĕr.>
Quilis please don't make Leilei have to clean up that many bodies. I mean they would. But my poor spaghetti.
<Shĕ's nŏt ĕvĕn hĕrĕ / rĭght nŏw sŏ ĭt'd / bĕ mĕ dŏĭng thĕ / clĕănĭng, ŏnĕ. Twŏ, I / dŏn't thĭnk ănyŏnĕ wŏŭld / ăctŭălly dĭĕ.... wĕll. Prŏbăbly. / Măybĕ.>
Quilis. Friend. Buddy. Pal. You and I know, deep in our souls, that some Chittr dumbass would die somehow. Even if you did your best to prevent it.
Probably one.
Errrr. I don't understand the point of this post. The fact of the matter is, you COULD have hosted and advertised an event at "your castle." But you didn't! And this collective did. Put significant effort into the endeavor, might I add. Not very nice of you, I say. :B