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FoxFire · 01-19-2009, 08:33 PM

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Originally Posted by Lowlow

Willie scowled at her, annoyed that she was pointing out things he did not want to know. "I dun care!" He yelled at her, his hands tightly holding onto his pants. The fork in his nose wasn't really helping his pants at all.

"I am fine!" He insisted, his eye twitched with anger. "Ye'll thee that I'm fine, ye bugga!" And then, at that moment, Willie did what he was not supposed to do. He did the thing that would embarrass him the most. He did...

He placed both hands on the fork that stuck on his nose, leaving his pants unattended.

Well, that means the boy's pants dropped. A yelp fell from his lips as he bent down to grab his pants. The fork hit the table, causing it to jab more into his nose.

"YEEEEOOOOOOUWWWW!!!!"

Winnie was quite taken aback. She didn't know what she doing here, attempting to reason with an injured Willie Crocker. Still, no one should have to sit around with cutlery stuck up their nose, regardless of their apparent innate wickedness. You'd think that his natural tendency to incinerate happiness and rainbows would have melted the fork, but alas, it pushed still further up his poor, defenseless, human nose. Perhaps, on the inside, he was...good.

Could anyone who wore underwear with bright pink pygmy puffs really be that bad? She took pity on poor Crocker.

"Ohhh," she moaned. "Oh no Willie...pick up your pants. Please. It's all riiiiight," she said. "We can get the fork out, we'll just have to take you to the nurse, all right?" She went forward to give him a hug, but thought better of it. She might still lose a hunk of flesh from her arm if she tried to hug him.

01-19-2009, 08:33 PM	#184 (permalink)
FoxFire Re'em Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: Cloud 9,000 Posts: 19,633 Hogwarts RPG Name: Phineas Fischer Fourth Year	snortles MAMA!Shroom Quote: Originally Posted by Lowlow Willie scowled at her, annoyed that she was pointing out things he did not want to know. "I dun care!" He yelled at her, his hands tightly holding onto his pants. The fork in his nose wasn't really helping his pants at all. "I am fine!" He insisted, his eye twitched with anger. "Ye'll thee that I'm fine, ye bugga!" And then, at that moment, Willie did what he was not supposed to do. He did the thing that would embarrass him the most. He did... He placed both hands on the fork that stuck on his nose, leaving his pants unattended. Well, that means the boy's pants dropped. A yelp fell from his lips as he bent down to grab his pants. The fork hit the table, causing it to jab more into his nose. "YEEEEOOOOOOUWWWW!!!!" Winnie was quite taken aback. She didn't know what she doing here, attempting to reason with an injured Willie Crocker. Still, no one should have to sit around with cutlery stuck up their nose, regardless of their apparent innate wickedness. You'd think that his natural tendency to incinerate happiness and rainbows would have melted the fork, but alas, it pushed still further up his poor, defenseless, human nose. Perhaps, on the inside, he was...good. Could anyone who wore underwear with bright pink pygmy puffs really be that bad? She took pity on poor Crocker. "Ohhh," she moaned. "Oh no Willie...pick up your pants. Please. It's all riiiiight," she said. "We can get the fork out, we'll just have to take you to the nurse, all right?" She went forward to give him a hug, but thought better of it. She might still lose a hunk of flesh from her arm if she tried to hug him. __________________ UNDER CONSTRUCTION YO.