"Poop?" Lord Borr asked, the disgust so thick in his voice it almost seemed touchable. "What sort of name is POOP? I suppose you are the color and scent of such nastiness." Lord Borr rolled his eyes. "WELL? POOP? EXPLAIN THIS!" Lord Borr waved his hand around to the room. "And Poop, if you lie - I will punish you."
__________________ Someone unimportant whose name slips my memory made this signature. Twas Lady Borr who did it, sir! Boor's bringin' sexy back and yall just hatin' Kingston: Marry me my lord. We're perfect for each other. |