You wanna get your ass kicked, Tiger?
I HATE BEING TOLD WHAT I ALREADY KNOW!!! *kicks a slippered foot through the bottom of the bar, gathers a splinter and picks her teeth, glaring*
You want more RP? HMMM? I hear mourning that the RP has gone bye bye, I find compatriots, I stir the pot, I wave the rising smoke around. And before I can even saturate even ONE yard of the ether with the delicious smells of chaos and imagination - the "proper place" police come loping in.
*trips Tiger into her pot, stirs*
HARUMPH!!
Next time, why don't you drop me a little note in my handy dandy member message box and gently request that I DO continue my efforts of creation, and you know I'll put them where they belong. Just like I'm gonna do with this sock. *yanks Tiger from the pot, shoves the sock in his mouth, storms out*