Nacle Snarker: "All of my faith and hope in Blather of Heathens is dashed on the rocks! Its a fake! My languishing heart! How can I go on, having been deceived for so long by these charlatans! You are killing me!"
Blather of Heathens: "I SHOULD KILL YOU--I AM KILLING YOU? Your words are such as ought not to be used: violent, unfeminine, and untrue. They betray an unfortunate state of mind: they merit severe reproof: they would seem inexcusable, but that it is the duty of man to forgive his fellow even until seventy-and-seven times."
Nacle Snarker: "Do forgive me, oh Blather of Heathens. Forgive me, forgive me, I beg you my love."
[10/25/2005 06:12:00 AM | 1 comments ]