Snippet #1520777

Never gonna give you up. Never gonna let you down. Never gonna run around and desert you.

Lorelei happily let go of Mr. Aarvark's hands in a job well done did obligatory hi-five with Nette. YEAH!

And so they set of to the merry-go-round. Their long treacherous journey through the amusement park was littered with Lorelei constantly being distracted by every flashing light and greasy attraction. Though I say treacherous it really was just for Ardin as Lorelei's collection of deep-fried telegrams increased, and he was subjected to the dangerous levels of Nette-Lorelei banter (which to this date only He has been able to survive prolonged periods of due to his extended exposure to one of the half). The psychosis slowly creeping in on Mr. Aardvark, suddenly Nette made a semi-intelligible comment.

"Ooh, I can't wait~! What kind of ghost do you want to meet first, Lorelei?! I wanna meet a fancy British one!"

"Hmmmm..." Lorelei tilted her head and crossed three of her arms, seemingly catching onto this craze of making sentences.

"I think I'd like to meet a crazy pink-haired one who is convinced that she's not actually a ghost and somehow has a solid form. Or maybe her ghosty friend with a spiffy disco-arm who is also convinced that they aren't a ghost! Or maybe a King-like one and its friend which looks remarkably like Sileny and is also deluded that she is."

Wait what?



When seeing them upon waking up, Mr. X just figured that the sole reason they appeared so strange is that strange alien gods were supposed to look the part. However, sitting before him on a bench was evidence else wise. Mr. X was inwardly flabbergasted and outwardly confounded. What the hell was that? I mean obviously they were heads, but what the hell were they?!

After a painstakingly awkward double-take Mr. X would regain an normal standing position even if his expression didn't change.

No, I guess I don't got too much time to sit around and think about every single thing here, neon sky and all. Besides even if their heads are shaped weird they're people too....Right? I shouldn't judge a book by its cover, sure they look weird but maybe they're decent folk.

After quickly clearing his throat, Mr. X's mood clearly changed. Putting on his most bitchin' coy smile he could he casually strolled over to the couple on the bench and raised a hand in the international hail sign. Then in the most even voice he could muster,

"Hey, you guys aren't busy are you? I actually have a few questions about this place an-"

"FGSFGDLGF TALL STRANGER ):"

....

I lose if I hit him I lose if I hit him I lose if I hit him I lose if I hit him I lose if I hit him I lose if I hit him I lose if I hit him I lose if I hit him. Bear with it, me!

Still several meters away from the bench Mr. X would merely stand their for a few moments in seething inner rage, while paused mid-stride in a position which could easily be mistaken as a mascot for a fast-food chain. An extremely ugly one/

Clearing his throat once more of whatever seemed to be bothering it so much, he began once more in the most affable tone he could manage.

"Oh, me? I may be tall but I assure you I'm not anyone suspicious! Hahah!"

I lose if I hit him I lose if I hit him I lose if I hit him I lose if I hit him I lose if I hit him I lose if I hit him I lose if I hit him I lose if I hit him. >:(