Oh no, no way ... That would be too funny." What, Tam, what would be too funny."She laughed and laughed until tears were running down her face and she...couldn't catch her breath. B'rill got a bucket and filled it from a nearby fountain, running back he dumped the cold water over Tamalains head. The cold shock snapped her back to reality quickly."Oh B'rill," said Tamalain, still gasping for breath, "The Muse is a writer of stories, the writer of history. We have free will while the Muse writes a. While some cats hate to be laughed at, he enjoyed being a clown and having people laugh with him.Most of the time, especially after a kittenhood with identity problems -- he had left his litter and joined one of Brittany Spaniel puppies, acquiring many canine characteristics -- he was quite smart. The physics of bubble baths slightly eluded him. He knew the room would be nicely warm, my chest a place from which he gave and received love, and these weird white mounds through which he could swish. She nodded her head that she understood. She heard some more noises - unfamiliar noises and then she felt leather restraints going around each wrist.“Please! What are you doing to me?” she whimpered.“Quiet, slut. We are doing whatever we want to you,” he said.“Please! Ple…” she whined again. But she was cut short by a sharp slap across the face. Not a real hard one, but enough to cause her to gasp at the shock of it.“Now the next word will be much worse!” he warned. She decided to shut up at. The man looks up into the sky, standing just a foot away from the perfect cylinder of nothing carved into the jungle.As he watches, a humanoid figure blasts into the distance, cackling with glee as it swings around a long barreled rifle, humming with a dangerous green light.The man stares at the blue trail left behind by the anti-gravity thrusters for a moment, before blasting into the air with a pulse of violet, arcane runes thrumming with power surrounding his form as he speeds after the.