Whadaya think
he was thinking in that moment it would
have been nice if a mariachiany mariachi could physically manifest themselves put
an arm around his shoulders if they had arms hell a tenacle and console him
Coudya
hear my thoughts
You let me I did I
cant
I can console from withinwe
cant exteriorise Which chuckled Witch chuckled
When ya think about it
Exteriorised
We coud terrorise you
Christ
Im lookin for consolation an youre contemplating your demise to play your little game a wee thought experiment your demise
demonised vanquished by me
I am your God
I let you inhabit
me
I am your environment your atmosphere
If I displease you youre welcome to leave
through the door which you entered
Every entrance is an exit
Whall it be bub
Fine where I am
Ya drive a hard bargain
Methinks Gods do
Havent asked
for a sacrifice
Theres tha
There is
Can we muddle back to your inability to console me
Ja
We can do tha
Got out over
the tips of my skis I apologise
None necessary he chuckled Love means never having to say youre sorry
OhChrist
In a rare humour
Got to be when contending with wha Ive
been contending with
Theres a sense of humourhuh
One of your inanimates animating ya
Uuunderstatement
Which do you think is more fitting
Terrorist or trickster
Ill tell ya Ya havent had to contend with water cascading over their lip onto your toes or heels
I havent
But only because I havent
turned my back onem when I flush Always at a ready to kill the water
Trickster
Id give ya a big hug if I
coud Ya got a trickster toilet
0930, Monday,
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