░▒▓█ ⊰ Absolute ⊱ ; that was a declaration of WAR.
❛So you’re calling a warn out potato sack a ’magnificent garb’ ? And you have the n e r v e to deny the extravagance of my *~REGAL PINK~* ? OHOHOHOHO~ ! That’s rich !❜
oh, look at that, a fashion magazine popped into the maid’s hand. she seemed to need it. direly.
❛Gloat all you want. I know actual MONSTERS that’d make your gods look like minor pagan-level looooosers.❜
“If by ‘regal pink,’ you mean ‘horribly obnoxious pink,’ then yes, I believe we could agree on one thing at least. The only use I see for it could be a mop — here, why don’t you follow me to my kitchen and help me clean up from my last bake?”
She immediately tosses the magazine aside in disgust. What a hoax! This was almost too funny. Almost.
”I’ve fought imps and ogres and basilisks and liches thrice as tall and powerful as the monsters you proclaim are actually dangerous! You’re just a charlatan through and through!”
░▒▓█ ⊰ Absolute ⊱ ; THIS CALLED FOR CHEMICAL WARFARE. .
❛R e g a l p i n k. && you’re the only one in a clown suit.❜ ‘ GET A MIRROR ’ she mouthed. truly, IMPERTINENT. the girl knows not of anything, really. she doesn’t know about the level of EXISTENCE lambdadelta exists within nor does she know the level of fashion she herself SLUMPS SOW LOW.
❛ here i thought this was a sewage plant. Turns out, you cook !❜ with that last remark, off to the sewers kitchen !