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That's clever. You could put them back together again, like a jigsaw.

Oh, well, if I had done it and I am not saying I did ~~I sooo did~~, then I guess you are right. Might try that next time. Teach'm lesson.

It sounds like a wonderful game. I'd like to play.

Oooh, I'll keep you in mind then! *winks*

You're a unique one ain't ya?

Just a princess.

And a darn good one too, I bet.

Oh, yes. I paint all my castle walls a beautiful shade of red.

And do you have your ladies in waiting?

Sometimes. They never last for very long.

thats fun.

*starts to read* anyone I know?

Oh, just your average run of the mill ~~organs for cash~~ thief.

~~oh?~~

Well... perhaps not as fun as I thought.
Any reason other than their profession?

~~Totally, he'd liquor them up, drug them, and then perform hotel room surgeries, sources say~~

Yes, sources also say he was a real complete jerk and that he deserved what he got.

~~Oh... back alley surgeon? Those are always... unique.~~

Well, then I'm glad justice was served.

YEah, they're some kiiiinnnnd of special all right. *chuckles*

I got a sneaky feeling that it was more of Karma coming home to roost more than justice. Justice would have him still alive, most likely. But I'm not complaining.

*laughs*

I like you. Name is Anna.

I like me too!

Ok, I like you too.

...hmmm, and you can call me Sammy Goodtwoshoes. Or just Sam.

ooc *mun hides Trickster from Sam*

*smirks*

Sammy goodtwoshoes?

*flashes fake ID card* Yup.

Extreme organ donation? What will they think of next...

Oh yeah, the guy was real generous ...well, after the 'alleged' doctor dosed him with Morphine.

Bath tub, ice, that old gut check yarn?

Does stand to figure, if charity begins at home, and man’s body's a temple...

Least he went out with a smile before being hacked and sacked.

The papers don't say, but I'm sure ice was involved somewhere in the process.

~~Oh, well, he was awake for most of it, even if he could not feel. But somebody sure was smiling.~~

Can't take it with you, can you? Well you could, but it would be awfully selfish...

Swear, there’s more wolves roaming modern streets than in all the forests of Old. Besides you know what they say:

Little boys, this seems to say, never stop upon your way, never trust a stranger friend, no-one knows how it will end. As you're handsome, so be wise. Wolves may lurk in every guise. Now, as then, it's simple truth, sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth.

~~Oh, I’m almost certain someone used it in a celebratory toast on a most excellent job well done.~~

There's more of everything roaming the world, that's for sure.

Hey, I like it. Very catchy and all life lessony.

Awh shucks, it was just another day ...for them, the one who did it, I mean. *innocent look*

Strange times. We're racing towards something, that's for sure. Not necessarily a bad thing.

*Laughs* Experience and folktales are good for that. Feel free to steal where need be.

They call me Rhea.

Clever thing! Really now, be proud of your handiwork- if you did it, I mean. *sly smile*

Depends upon who is still kicking in the aftermath.

Will do!

Oooh, how very old school Greek of you. Did you know Rhea-Cybelle, actually incited madness in her lover Attis, causing him to cut off his own ...*points south of the border of his pants*

Hoping the old gods would be there to turn off the put up the chairs and turn the lights out before they go, but at this point: Cher and the roaches, definitely. With little party hats.

It was a popular name.

Yes, it quite a scandal, but subsequently bolstered significant bragging rights as a sex symbol and feminist icon. Although in my opinion, Attis was not terribly bright fellow to begin with, which just goes to show: body of a demi-god, brains of pine cone. Then there was the Galli...

*Laughs and shakes her head*

Now that's hardcore organ donation!

I could get behind the party hats.

Yeah, not too bright. The world wasn't so new that he could not possibly know he was being an oaf.

Donating? Oh, yeah, yeah, sure, donations were involved. *might have forgotten to do that part, but it's the thought that counts, right?*