Rimblade -> RE: =Zardian= Meet the Author: Circe (4/19/2008 12:29:49)
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A Circe! This round of questioning shall be my greatest challenge yet! A Rimmeh! This round of answering shall be my greatest challenge yet! 1. What is your favored torment for those who disobey or insult you? I tend to turn offenders into pigs. I also pout and make them feel really bad about themselves 2. Is it better to have lived and loved, or to be the horrific gigantic robot Killtron 3000, bent on destroying all things with the notable exception of kitty cats? I think its better to be a kitty cat 3. According to 'The Sound of Music', when you know the notes to sing you can sing most an-y-thing. Is this true? Only while you follow every rainbow til you find your dreams 4. If you could have one large building/major institution named after you, what would it be? The Eiffel Tower. Picture it - the Circe Tower! 5. You say van-illa, I say van-ella- you sasper-illa, I sasper-ella. Vanilla, vanella, Sasperilla, Sasperella, should we call the whole thing off? Never! I'll just use my lazarz and attack you until you do things my way 6. If you had a single wish, to be administered by a sleezy elderly man who smiled too much and occasionally cackled madly, what would it be, and how would you word it? Please stop cackling 7. Do you see yourself more as: a. The very model of a modern major general b. A courtier, grave and serious, or, c. The Duke of Plaza-toro I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral 8. What is your favorite word? Philistine...and shenanigans. 9. Are the undead people too? Of course they are. *snugs Xyphos* 10. I present you with the following story- what is the moral contained therein? Hickory-dickory-dock, three blind mice ran up a clock. The clock tumbled down, one broke his crown, and thereafter his authority over the kingdoms of the Mice was sorely contested. "I aver," his enemies would squeak in the most pious of fashions, "When our king did leave, he bore upon his brow a most excellent symbol of his dynastic favor. Wherefore, then, is your proof of power?" And, having been made berefit of his kingly vestments by reason of the fall, the blind mouse had nothing to show them. Therefore, a great convocation of mice was called, and forth came hordes of squealing mice, to the ancestrial gathering place. From each of these hordes, a mouse bearing the mark of the clergy came forward, and did swear themselves to be duly invested patriarchs of the Church of Mouse. And sore did they deliberate upon the identity of the mouse king for threescore and seven days, until a passing band of cats came by and ate the entire populace of the kingdoms of Mice. The end. No body puts Baby in a corner Thanks, and have a nice day! Same to you, good sir, same to you.
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