Our unsleepable friend gets the message on an ill-wind. "All your friends and your foes. Would rather die than have to touch you". To say the least TO: Oh, truly disappointed.
Further into the fog I fall. Well, I was just. Following you!. When you said: "Do as I do and scrap your fey ways". (Dial-A-Cliché). "Grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth!".
Further into the fog I fall. Well, I was just. Following you!. When you said: "Do as I do and scrap your fey ways". (Dial-A-Cliché). "Grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth!".