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Well that's no good. Nemo died and Norma-Jean ate her brother, Jeremy.
Rusirus looks down at the goblin, particularly his goggles.
Aerstole gives Rusirus a pointed stare.
I told you not to sign those papers without our interpreter, Rusirus. I told you. But nooooo, you say you can "read Gallifreyan, I promise!"
Now look at this mess.
Aerstole lights a stick of dynamite and charges up his Gasometer. It reads in the red.
This should be interesting.
Well, every day will have atleast one heated discussion.
I believe letting them spring up naturally is the healthiest thing for our marriage right now.
I'm almost certain you set me up for that joke but I've been watching too many offensive stand-up routines to care about it right now.
Oh, be back from work by 6. I'm making pasta for dinner.
Aerstole jams a stick of dynamite up Kaltokk's nose.
*Kina stares down at the Goblin, and her left begins to twitch*
Yeeeeeah, this will take some explaining.
*She bites her bottom lip and rubs a finger across her chin and thinks.*
Surely this can't be legally binding, I already have two husbands.
*Is too tall for Aerstole to do so and successfully changes the papers.*
Solafina Dawnringer reads over the papers whilst using her geist as a leaning post. She then looks around at the other people who have apparently also found themselves married to the goblin, and looks ponderous for a moment. Then she shrugs.
Certainly hope you didn't want any rugrats, cause if you did, I sure as hell won't be providin'.
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