Monday, 6 July 2009
A game we once played.
... Pretend we're faeries. I'm a girl faerie. My name is Laura Lee. And you're a boy faerie. Your name is Tita Lee. Pretend, when we're faeries we fight each other, and I say "Stop hitting me or I'll die!" And you hit me again and I say, "Now I have to die." And then you say, "But I'll miss you." And I say, "But I have to. And you'll have to wait a million years to see me again. And I'll be put in a box, and all I'll need is a tiny glass of water and lots of tiny pieces of pizza and the box will have wings like an airplane." And you'll ask, "Where will it take you?" "Home." I say.
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Tiny pieces of pizza and even a cold one from time to time, yes? Because hypothetical faeries love their beer once in a while. And I presume "home" is one awesome pub lost in some magic land, where you don't have to pay for the brew.
...now stop playing foolish games. We all know trolls can't pretend they're faeries!
That makes me a sad panda.
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