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Destiny 
A.. gurdyroot?
Waylon would have preferred to be called a turnip! At least turnips didn't smell as bad. And Oliver better not think for even one second that
he didn't resemble some sort of vegetable. Waylon was not going to mention any of the four he could think of straight away, though. He didn't want to insult the vegetables. Bwaha!
Go get his toy?
TOY!?
His water balloon slingshot was not a toy. It was a weapon of wet destruction and Oliver was going to be the first person to realize that. Waving his hand dismissively, pfft toy, Waylon marched into his hut, emerging a moment later with his
slingshot tucked into his back pocket and a
tub of water balloons levitating beside him.
"Should get some camouflage. Blend in with the trees and all." Blending in with the trees. The Groundskeeper's life-long dream.
Merlin!
Waylan was getting all grumpy. It wasn't Oliver's fault that he looked like a gurdyroot. Bwhaha! He watched his friend huff and puff his way back into his hut and he couldn't help but chuckle.
Hufflepuffs! They were so tetchy.
When the man finally returned, Oliver let out a snort. Water balloons? His water pistols were so much better than water balloons. And he was just about to say so when Waylan spoke and he raised his eyebrows.
"Er...dude. We're not at war or anything you know. It's just a bit of fun." Oliver was not painting his face with green muck and hiding in trees. He preferred an upfront assault. Hehe.