~The Mall~
"Pfft.. why would you even think I'd think about thinking about paying for something. I mean, I have a card with an infinite amount of money on it that I nicked off this wacked out scientist guy, but still.. Stealing is so much more fun!" Fellmund laughed, walking up to the counter of the ice cream shoppe and politely asked FLO to get them their food, "Get us what we want, or I'll chop your fucking head off. I'll take the TripleChocolateOreoRoloSmartiesM&MsSkittlesCaramelFudge Ice Cream Cake Supreme. As for my partners in crime.. what do you guys want?"
Wait.. did I say 'politely asked'? I meant 'DEMANDED LIKE A BAMF'. Yeah.
Mr. Thorren
~Flower Shop~
Mr. Thorren's sleepwalking body fell backwards.. right on top of the cute form of Puppy. Oh noes! Save that Chilly, Flyri! YOU CAN DO EET!
"Zzz...zzzzzzz...z..z.z.zzz.z.zz....zz..z..zzzz..zz..z...z.z.zz...."
When the hell is he going to wake up...?
Skar & the Gang
~Limbo~
Charles could've cried olive tears in olivelicious delight. In fact, he did!
"Madame.. you are terrificly wonderful person! I say, that is a most splendidly awesome idea! Now let us depart on some misadventures, milady." Charles tipped his hat to her, using one of those buff arms of his. Yes, despite reverting back to his old personality, he still had those bloody arms. Damn. "Cheerio Mr. Manbear, Ms. Unicorn Pickle, Ms. Booty Shorts Lady, and the two Ms. Cower In The Corners! Oh, and Ms. New Lady!"
Waving farewell to all of them, Charles dragged Loret to the other side of the wall.. what happens on the other side of the wall, stays on the other side of the wall.
Speaking of Mr. Manbear, he walked over towards the two Ms. Cower In The Corners.
"Has your mind been raped enough yet? If Skar can't physically touch any of you, Skar will indirectly do it. GWARHARHARHARHAR!" he roar-laughed, prompting another messed up creation to pop up.. a giant potato chip that wears suspenders and a straw hat.
"Hyuk hyuk hyuk! Dis shindig 'ere shur has sum fine lookin' fellers!" It said, "If yer don' knaw me, they call me Luther! Mighty fine name, don't cha think?"
Beatrice, on the other hand, had walked up to the booty-shorts wearing Neren.
"Like, oh em gee. Those shorts are like, totally hot. Do you think you could like, give them to me? Like, I would so give you a lesbi-"
A chocolate shuriken imbedded itself in Beatrice's face, causing her eyes to glow a crimson red. She reared up on her back knees, then promptly started to melt like a birthday candle. Except less wax-like. Her hair turned into spaghetti, then into rice, then back into spaghetti. Her hooves.. they were coconuts. Ready to be carried by any passing swallows. Regardless of where they grip it.
I feel sorry for everyone in this room.