Glancing back at old Blog entries, I happened to notice that on December 23rd of 2012 I had 13,320 words of LSODM written. This was a good thing to notice. It means that, with 18,504 words of Book 9 already spewed forth onto the page/screen, I am well ahead of where I was last year — and I finished LSODM in PLENTY of time, did I not?
Well, actually, no, I didn't. It was pretty much down to the wire, as they say. I couldn't afford to make ANY mistakes with LSODM, because I had no time to do anything resembling a significant rewrite. But at least I know it can be done. At least I know I can do it. Now all I have to do is hope I DO do it.
Pressure pressure pressure... It's everywhere. I don't actually mind pressure. It's a handy tool to make you sit down and write, after all. And I have no one to blame for these onrushing deadlines but me, because I'm the one who agreed to them in the first place. I'm the one who said "Hey, let's collect all the short stories, and I'll write a few more brand new ones, and we can publish in the summer before the final book!" And what a wonderful idea that was. What a magical, wonderful idea, to schedule the writing of short stories at the same time as I've scheduled the writing of a book. How clever that was.
I had wanted to include ten new stories in the collection. I STILL want to do ten — but the fact is, I might not be able to. I may only be able to do five. I want to tell a tale of the Dead Men during the war. I want to tell the tale of Billy-Ray Sanguine and what he did when he was recovering from the sword-wound that Valkyrie inflicted on him in The Faceless Ones. I want to show you how Val met Caelan for the first time. But most of all, I want to go back to Skulduggery and Valkyrie, back before the screaming and the killing and the darkness. I want to see them having fun again, before the death and the destruction and the heartache and the loss. The collection will be out mere months before the final book, after all... I want you to enter into Book 9, fully aware of how good it used to be between them.
And then I want to shatter what remains of your souls.
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SHE LIVES IN THE SHADOW OF A LONELY GIRL
VOICE SO QUIET YOU DON'T HEAR A WORD
ALWAYS TALKING BUT SHE CAN'T BE HEARD
YOU CAN SEE IN HER IF YOU CATCH HER EYE
I KNOW SHE'S BRAVE, BUT IT'S TRAPPED INSIDE
SCARED TO TALK, BUT SHE DON'T KNOW WHY
WISH I KNEW BACK THEN, WHAT I KNOW NOW
WISH I COULD SOMEHOW
GO BACK IN TIME
AND MAYBE LISTEN TO MY OWN ADVICE
I'D TELL HER TO SPEAK UP, TELL HER TO SHOUT OUT
TALK A BIT LOUDER, BE A BIT PROUDER
TELL HER SHE'S BEAUTIFUL, WONDERFUL
EVERYTHING SHE DOESN'T SEE
Little Mix
#ChaseForBook9
Ah.. crap. *tries really hard not to cry*
[hugs Sapphy]
Go ahead *gives her the ded* *hugs her back*
I'm willing to have my heart shattered to read more :) I can't wait to read a tale of the Dead Men. I'm writing fanfiction set in that time, but it's hard since I don't know what it would be like.
I dedicate this page to everyone who has ever felt alone.
To everyone who has ever felt like they're not good enough
To everyone who has cried in a corner where no one can hear
To everyone who goes on with their life, acting like it's normal, even though it feels so wrong
To the people who struggle to find themselves under all the labels people give them
To everyone who tries
To everyone who cares
And to everyone who is reading this. [hugs]
[hugs Saph tightly]
I'm so, so, sorry...
#ChaseForBook9
Oh Derek, never change. How I love your sadistic point of view.
I'm sorry, I really have to go now...
[hugs Saph and Sparky]
Bye.
#ChaseForBook9
*hugs Fabi* It's okay. She's not worth it, I guess. But thank you :J
And that's a perfect ded *raises glass*
Hi Sparky and Jedi, if you're still here.
And shatter our souls I'm sure you shall Mr Landy...you unspeakably sadistic swine... ):<
HELLO FRIENDS I AM HERE! (back...) It's been... far too long.
Derek, man, no. This is... pain. This... I'm looking forward to these stories, but the memories of the good... no matter how ofter we read them they're going to hurt because they'll inevitably lead to the bad. I haven't even finished LSoDM because I can't bear the pain. Just... tears, Derek, tears!! the happiest parts in those books are making me cry and it's literally like watching my childhood disintegrate! CHILDHOOD, DEREK, CHILDHOOD. As these characters are dying so is everything I love. Just... write something nice in book 9 please? Something about Skulduggery and Valkyrie's platonic loving wonderfulness please? Even if it ends up hurting, just give me a smile somewhere please :)
~ Acacia
I'm so scared to go to school... 0.0
ADRA! *SUPERMEGATACKLEHUGSOFDOOM*
HAI!
Aw why?
I'm sleeping in leather hot pants tonight. I figured why the Hell not? I'm a depressed little nobody who loathes the idea of conformity, no one can stop me from doing whatever shit I want.
DEATH! *SUPERMEGATACKLEHUGSOFDOOM*
HAI!
I'm not exactly sure what to say to that..
So.. CONGRATULATIONS I guess!
Or maybe YOU GO GIRL! works better..
Ok let's just pretend I said that instead
Hi Rose sorry msd
I'm really scared that I didn't do my homework right and it is killing me
Yeah Rose no conformity
I hate that feeling Adra
Weee iPhone 4s be mine today after drama
Oh I hate that!
ZAF! *SUPERMEGATACKLEHUGSOFDOOM*
HAI!
YAY 4S!!
No you guys don't understand. I get extremely particular about some things, and I'm devoting all of my time to school. If I don't get this right, then...
Sishwnwloahsssjbvskzksbsnlspwpq
*curls up in a tiny ball under a pillow* Schoolloolol
I wrote 3 novels and 2 novellas this year. If I can do it you can too! xx
I know what you mean...
Well, whenever I'm in a situation like that, it usually turns out to be fine.. so I'm sure it'll be fine :P
I do hope so..
what's it on anyway?
It's my English course. The paper said to list some examples (for points in a 4-paragraph essay) in the outline, and I didn't know if my teacher wanted actual points or full-assertion-backup-analysis points. But I didn't so I don't know
Well it SOUNDS like she wanted the actually points... but idk
*he
And I hisbajsoakma
I dunno. This course is meant to be difficult. It's honours, but...
Yeah i get it im in Honors too
Haiasxsjisow
Okay
Nevermind
... I'm in all the stupid people classes...
xP
except for physics.. I'm in advanced physics.
I don't know if my school has an honors program thingy though...
anyway, I'M SURE IT'S FINE ADRA :)
You shall survive Adra
Ew. Physics.blegh.
Joy i get to sing in 2nd period but instead of PE im gonna try to go to 11/12 chorus
I know.
BUT MY TEACHER IS AWESOME! SO IT'S NOT THAT BAD :)
he tells really bad puns though
Ok I gotta go.... :( now
BYE!
Bai Jubi!
Bye Jubab!
Bleh msd and fZaffy happy in a way
Omg Osmosis is on the board....
Oh my god
OSMOSIS
OSMOSIS
OSMOSIS
SHAKAHBS NSMDJGSWI
Its under the lesson: work on osmosis worksheet
Oh gods
Good morning, afternoon, or evening, Blogland.
I got a C+ on my History test
Holy shit
I'm dead. I am fucking dead.
My sympathies, Ms. Glee. However, perhaps you could simply play the numbers game, and use the law of averages to your advantage.
Grains of sand.
#ChaseForBook9
Greetings, Ms. Fabienne. Would you kindly care to elaborate? If not, I understand.
It's probably better I don't...
#ChaseForBook9
Perhaps. I trust you judgment, but please remember that all of Blogland is fine with listening to your problems.
*skates in on old fashioned roller blades*
Anyone here..?
Greetings, Ms. Clarimonde.
Hello Cassidy!
#ChaseForBook9
Hello, Sir Reingington. *tips hat*
Heya Fabi! How are ya!
I am alright, thanks. You?
#ChaseForBook9
Meh. Okay, thanks. Still trying to get back into Blogland. I can never find anything to say in the conversations anymore :(
Indeed, conversations can be tricky creatures.
Sometimes I feel the same... [hugs Cass]
#ChaseForBook9
*returns hug*
And there are so many neeeeeewwww people! I guess I'm just out of practise...
Gtg, sorry. :-(
#ChaseForBook9
Very well, Ms. Fabienne, good bye.
BYE FABIIII!
Oh lord
Greetings, Ms. Kerias.
Is there perhaps a reason why you uttered the previous phrase in what appeared to me a dire manner?
I would just like to say that, Derek you are a heartless man who gas destroyed me and many others.
Hi everyone! Just had to say that. How are you all?
Greetings, Rhydian.
Greetings to you to Sir! How are you today?
I feel well enough, I suppose. I do hope that you, yourself do feel well?
Not too bad I suppose. Bad days recently. But life is improving :)
I am most pleased that you take a longer view of things, and hope that your situation improves exponentially, and expediently.
Thank you Sir for your kindness :) Is anybody else here?
Ms. Kerias and Ms. Clarimonde were, but I fear that they have decided to egress.
She lives in the shadow of a lonely girl
Voice so quiet you don't hear a word,
Always talking but she can't be heard,
You can see it there if you catch her eye,
I know she's brave but it's trapped inside,
Scared to talk but she don't know why,
Wish I knew back then,
What I know now,
Wish I could somehow,
Go back in time and maybe listen to my own advice,
I'd tell her to speak up, tell her to shout out,
Talk a bit louder, be a bit prouder,
Tell her she's beautiful, wonderful,
Everything she doesn't see,
You gotta speak up, you gotta shout out,
And know that right here, right now,
You can be beautiful, wonderful,
Anything you wanna be,
Little me
Yeah you got a lot of time to act your age,
You can write a book from a single page,
Hands on the clock only turn one way,
Yeah
Run too fast and you risk it all,
Can't be afraid to take a fall,
Felt so big but you looked so small,
Wish I knew back then,
What I know now,
Wish I could somehow,
Go back in time and maybe listen to my own advice,
I'd tell her to speak up, tell her to shout out,
Talk a bit louder, be a bit prouder,
Tell her she's beautiful, wonderful,
Everything she doesn't see.
You gotta speak up, you gotta shout out,
And know that right here, right now,
You can be beautiful, wonderful,
Anything you wanna be, oh,
Little me
Little me
Tell you one thing I would say to her,
I'd tell her to speak up, tell her to shout out,
Talk a bit louder, be a bit prouder,
Tell her she's beautiful, wonderful,
Everything she doesn't see.
You gotta speak up, you gotta shout out,
And know that right here, right now,
You can be beautiful, wonderful,
Anything you wanna be,
Little me
I'd tell her to speak up, tell her to shout out,
Talk a bit louder, be a bit prouder,
Tell her she's beautiful, wonderful,
Everything she doesn't see.
You gotta speak up, you gotta shout out,
And know that right here, right now,
You can be beautiful, wonderful,
Anything you wanna be,
I'd tell her to speak up, tell her to shout out,
Talk a bit louder, be a bit prouder,
Tell her she's beautiful, wonderful,
Everything she doesn't see.
You gotta speak up, you gotta shout out,
And know that right here, right now,
You can be beautiful, wonderful,
Anything you wanna be,
Little me
Oh right. Mbd
Freshmen= ILUSWFJBVSDVUKOIASDBH ARGH
ADRA!! *TACKLEHUGS*
MARA!! *TACKLEHUGS*
How are you both?
Alright-
I'm not here for long
Greetings, Ms. Charm, and greetings temporarily, Ms. Dark.
Rhydian Evers?
Rhydian Saint?
Rhydian Frost?
Rhydian Sky?
Any other suggestions?
Sorry, just want some opinions.
Saint!
I told you, Saint
Hey Sir! *hugs*
All of those are perfectly fine names, Rhydian, and any one would suit you wonderfully.
(Rhydian Evers, I say!)
(I have a question to ask you. As far as role-playing goes, what is the favorite movie and the favorite song of your character?
That is the question I would like to pose to you.)
Hey Annika!
Ok......this is a slight pain in the ass
(What is? Me?
I'm sorry.)
Greetings, Ms. Barnosky.
(Hullo, Sir.
I'm sorry, everyone, but I don't think I can stay for too long.)
Not you Annika! Taken Name....(your cool :))
Hi Anni1
And bye if you go
msd
A shame, Ms. Barnosky, but completely and utterly understandable.
As far so movies, sadly I have been always unable to bring myself to enjoy the cinematic arts. And there are far, far too many songs that exist for me to choose a favorite.
(Aw, did you hear that? Rhydian thinks I'm cool!
Thank you, Rhydian. Those are words I rarely hear.)
*nods*
I can understand that. I was always enthusiastic about James Whale's Frankenstein. I saw it when it came out in theaters, back when that sort of thing was considered the most frightening horror movie ever made.
*laughs*
You're welcome Annika :)
Hi guys :)
Hey Cassidy! How are you?
Greetings once more. Ms. Clarimonde.
Frankenstein... Always a fascinating work.
Hello, Cassidy Clarimonde. Congratulations on you fabulous choice of name!
*applauds*
(Hmm, my computer did an odd little thing where it flickered and then tried to sacrifice me to Satan.
I'm back now.
Apologies.)
It is quite deplorable when computing devices attempt to do that. Ah, well, I suppose it is just a phase, they tend to grow out of Satanic worship when threatened.
Okay, thanks Rhydian. And yourself?
Salutations Annika Barnosky, and the same to you :)
'Ello again, Sir. *tips hat once again*
(Rhydian Saint is my favourite, btw)
I'm good Cassidy! Rough patch recently. Things are getting better though
(*waves at Cassidy*
I am the marvelous Annika.)
*nods politely*
Hullo, it's good to meet you! My name is Precocious. Doctor Precocious.
(I agree. I'm hoping my computer will grow out of this Satanic phase. I have no wish to perform an exorcism on my Mac.)
(A lot of people think that :))
Awwww! I won't press you for any information, Rhy. *huggles* *offers cookie*
(I agree. Rhydian Saint or Rhydian Evers are my favorites. However, it is entirely up to you.)
*takes cookie* Thanks Cassidy! :) *hugs *
So what do you wish me to call you,Annika Barnosky/Doctor Precocious?
What are the origins of the name 'Annika Barnosky', if I may ask?
@Rhydian- Then listen to them, dear!
And no bother :)
(Once upon a time, a very unfortunate man and woman discovered that they were to be parents.
And the mother said I LIKE THE NAME ANNIKA BECAUSE IT WAS ON STAR TREK
And the father said MY SURNAME IS BARNOSKY
And so the child was named Annika Barnosky, and she grew to the ripe old age of 15, when she discovered Blogland, and her world was changed forever.)
Rhydian Ever Saint?
I sortta like it. But I think I'll just have to let it grow on me
Dunno why but I'm starving. I'm gunna find out what's for tea. Brb
An excellent story, Ms. Barnosky.
Is it Russian, though? Or something similar maybe? I mean't the country in which the name is likely to be found :)
(It soon became evident that the child was destined for greatness. Young Annika discovered a talent for playing such intellectual games as Chess and Spin-Around-Until-Thou-Falls-Down, and she became a brilliant author, teenager, and game show host. After having written seven unpublished novels, she discovered the Internet, and since then, she has written fewer things. But she will not permit herself to be distracted. She will prevail, even if it means talking about herself in the third person!
And so, her mind abuzz with OCD supervillains, magical sequinned tuxedo jackets, and Canadian vampires, she became a member of Blogland.)
(Her lineage is noble indeed. She is one part Hungarian, where her name originated from, one part English, where her love of broad vocabulary was born, and one part French, where she garners her eccentricity.
But she is, without doubt,
100% American.
*salutes the sky*
God bless America!)
A brilliant story, though :)
Indeed, I am in agreement with Ms. Clarimonde.
Great story Annika! Just amazing! (Back btw)
Loki dokiiii. Thank you. I really love your name, and it just reminded me of Russian names... :)
(Oh, that was fun.)
Whoop! GO RHYDIAN :D
Welcome back, Rhydian.
It was very well done, Doctor :)
(You will be missed, Rhydian.)
*sits on an abandoned swingset*
*eating a Poptart*
*and absently humming 'A Nice Boy Like Me'*
Gtg now. Tea's ready. BYE!
Good bye, Rhydian.
So excited for book 9! Hard to get over the events of LSODM like :(
(Dynasty Maguire?
I'm beginning to wish I'd stepped up my game when it comes to fantastic names . . .)
Please, Ms. Barnosky, your names are absolutely fine.
Greetings, Dynasty.
(Oh, well thank you, Sir. *curtsies*)
*swings on the swing*
*back and forth*
*back and forth*
*back and forth*
*back and forth*
*juggles flaming chainsaws*
*swings back and forth*
*back and forth*
*ARRIVES*
Hellooooooooooo!
Gah. Saph and Jubi can apparently ask Google Maps for directions to Mordor and have it tell them that one does not simply walk into Mordor. I, on the other hand, get walking directions to Mordor. The route includes a ferry to take me across the Atlantic ocean. It's cool, but disappointing. *nods*
#ChaseForBookNine
Bye, Rhy. ENJOY!
Hello Dynasty! :)
Your name is SPLENDID, Doctor! :)
No, wait, not the Atlantic . . .
Ignore me.
*frowns at options*
#ChaseForBookNIne
SSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! HEllllloooooooooo!
Greetings Ms. Inkbright.
Doctor, that seems to be a fair bit dangerous. If you are to juggle flaming chainsaws, I would recommend standing, as the chains of the swing could melt.
Hello! Hello! How good it is to see you and how unfortunate I cannot stay for long.
#ChaseForBook9
It has to be from the Shire to Mordor, I think...
#ChaseForBook9
Greetings, Mr. Castalan. Temporarily, at least.
*sees the good docgor juggling*
Pfft. Amateur. *juggles flaming people juggling flaming chainsaws while on fire in a burning building*
#ChaseForBook9
*glares* What do you mean you can't calculate directions???
I WANT TO BE TOLD THAT ONE DOES NOT SIMPLY WALK INTO MORDOR!!!!!!!!! JUBI AND SAPH GOT IT!!!
#ChaseForBookNine
Mordor is a place. It's in Death Valley.
Fitting. *is still juggling*
#ChaseForBook9
Ah. Hullo there, Trip.
*sighs*
*looks down at the sad little pile of extinguished chainsaw*
Yes, yes it is dangerous. I could kill myself, potentially.
*juggles flaming chainsaws*
I am exceedingly bored!
Trip! HEYYYYYYY! :D
I would be, but the pain is keeping me interested!
#ChaseForBook9
HEYYYYYYY! *would smile but is in serious pain from all the fire and people and chainsaws and ow.*
#ChaseForBook9
I understand :)
Mordor is numerous places, and yet not a word, according to spellcheck . . .
Hi! *waves to everyone*
Thanks, Fabi. :) *tries that*
#ChaseForBookNine
*puts down chainsaws*
*peels off lab coat*
*slips into magical sequinned tuxedo jacket*
*continues juggling*
*Slips quietly through Blogland, searching in the hope that the box somehow appeared back here*
QUIZ ON THE SKULDUGGERY PLEASANT MAGIC VS MAGIC FACEBOOK PAGE IN 12 MINUTES.
I HOPE ANYONE HERE WITH FACEBOOK WILL BE JOINING US.
HOSTED BY YOURS TRULY!
I GOT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*laughs*
That's amazing. :)
*hugs everyone*
#ChaseForBookNine
Would someone put me ou- *one of the floorboards gives way, gets up and walks out, the rain putting out the fire because minecraft*
Ah. Much better.
#ChaseForBook9
@Cassidy: *doesn't have Facebook* :( Sorry!
#ChaseForBookNine
*tosses the chainsaws aside*
*sits down on the swing*
*head down*
*dejected*
*and tired*
*hasn't slept in two weeks now*
I killed my facebook because I hate it. Teehee! :)
#ChaseForBook9
Erm. My good Doctor.
I think you just cut a slide in half with one of those chainsaws.
Quite alright, Star :)
Facebook can be treacherous. *nods*
*Investigates the shrubbery, in the hope that history will repeat itself with a more successful outcome*
*Sees nothing in any of the nearby shrubberies, bushes, trees, or in the firepit*
*Sighs and rubs the mark that the handcuffs left on his wrist*
*looks over at the melting slide*
Oh.
Oh my.
. . . *sigh*
Well, fortunately, it's an abandoned swing set in the middle of nowhere.
Fortunately . . .
SHRUBBERY!
#ChaseForBook9
At least there was no one on it.
Worry nor, Mr. Castalan, I don't wish to harm any of these fine shrubberies. I am simply looking for something that was either stolen or misplaced--that remains to be seen.
My writing is really bad, so I've decided to go back and do a bit of editing . . .
#ChaseForBookNine
mbd- dinner and quizzz!
*runs hand through hair*
*messy hair*
*shadows under eyes*
*looks a little feverish*
Ugh . . . I come here to relax, sometimes. To think, you know. Ponder the secrets of the universe.
*glances to the left*
Are the shrubberys alright?
So you are not on a mission from the nights who say Ne?
Those bastards...
Always getting people to steal our shrubberies...
#ChaseForBook9
I heard they recently had a change in leadership. Aren't they now the Knights who say Icky Icky Icky Zip-Tang WhoooOOP Bzzzufluzzz . . ?
... To be entirely honest, the secrets of the universe are overrated.
And certainly aren't worth losing your sleep over.
Indeed not! *Shudders*
I am merely investigating these, because the last time my box appeared here, it was in a shrubbery.
If you happen to see a large Lincoln-green box about the size of a fridge, or an irritating woman with a gray hoodie and a gun named Chelsea, would you be so kind as to let me know?
*opens her mouth to say something*
*softly closes it*
*rubs her temples*
*a headache has begun*
(Is the woman named Chelsea or is the gun named Chelsea?)
Sup peeps! Thanks Doctor for saying my name was good :)
I assure you, they look like perfectly good shrubberies.
And I wouldn't know about the aforementioned knights. I avoid associating with people like that.
*sighs*
Doctor, you cannot continually deny yourself sleep. If...
*frowns*
Have you remembered anything else?
((The gun. The woman is known as Liz.))
Hello Mr. Maguire.
(*raises a glass to folks named Maguire*)
*looks conflicted about something*
*then looks at the ground*
Nothing, Sir.
Nothing else.
Man, Derek Landy, you sure do know how to scare a gal >.<
(Hullo, Skyril.)
((Greetings, Ms. Skyril.))
... Very well, my good Doctor, if you say so.
*glances at the shrubbery again*
I swear I can see something moving in there . . .
*shrugs*
It could be a squirrel, or a garden gnome.
Hello, Everybody!
I'm sorry I can't stay. I know I haven't been around much recently, but I'm Tennessee at a not-very-good library computer... I miss the comps in Louisiana T_T
But anyway, I'll be heading back soon, so leave a few comment spaces for me xD
~leaves several homemade red velvet cupcakes~
Also, whilst waiting for Skulduggery Pleasant, read Enclave by Ann Aguirre! The third book just came out a little while ago, and I am so very much enjoying it :D
*Starts*
Something moving?
*Sags*
That cannot be what I was looking for, then. I think I'll be on my way now.
*Hurries off*
*sighs*
I suppose it doesn't matter. I don't suppose much matters, really.
*stands up*
*stretches*
I'm going to the Desert Flower Bowling and Arcade Fun Complex, to get my mind off things. Would you like to come?
*glances at the shrubbery*
I . . . stars above, there MUST be something in there . . .
*goes over to check*
You turn, and I learned that the wall comes falling down
Not a word, only hurt when my friends can tell me now
I feel loved when I see your face
But all these scars, I can't replace
Shock me high
Hit me hard, and I don't know what you say
When you knock on my door
And tell me you don't wanna fight
Oh, baby I'm sure that I'm not gonna fall this time
You never brought me flowers
Never helped me in my darkest hours
And you left it so late that my heart feels nothing nothing in towers
Once we were made like towers
Everything could've been ours
But you left it too late now my heart feels nothing nothing at all
It's a shame
You're to blame
'Cause once you owned my heart
I remember feeling so high
But I'm right back at the start
I still feel loved when I see your face
But all these tears I can't erase
Sorry hard, I'm sorry hard
But we'll have to start again
So don't knock on my door and tell me you don't wanna fight
'Cause I've heard it before
And I'm not gonna let this time
Not going back this time
You never brought me flowers
Never helped me in my darkest hours
And you left it so late that my heart feels nothing nothing in towers
Once we were made like towers
Everything could've been ours
But you left it too late now my heart feels nothing nothing at all
Nothing at all
When you're close I wanna change my mind
But I remember you and know we're lying
I don't wanna let you waste my time
And you never brought me flowers
Never helped me in my darkest hours
And you left it so late that my heart feels nothing nothing at all
Once we were made like towers
Everything could've been ours
But you left it too late now my heart feels nothing nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Once we were built like towers
Nothing at all
We were built like towers
*Takes the glass of Doctor*
Cheers
*nudges the bushes aside*
Hullo?
Hullo?
*duck waddles out*
Aww, it's a duck! I adore ducks!
*duck breathes fire*
AH!
*wrestles with the duck*
Ah! Get it off! Get it off me!
*whips out van in the form of black key set*
*clicks key fob*
*keys turn into a black birdcage that snaps shut around the fire-breathing duck*
Ah-HA!
That will teach YOU a lesson!
What were you guarding . . ?
. . . Stars above!
That's quite the parcel.
But why is it green?
Duck: QUACK.
Oh, be quiet, you.
Blasted ducks. Disgusting creatures.
But that is beyond the point. Why would there be a bally fire-breathing duck here, is my question...
WBD.
MSD.
FIRST!!!!
Hang it all, how should I know?
*gently taps the duck's bill*
It could've been guarding the box.
Or perhaps it's some sort of experiment gone awry.
Or . . . or it's just a duck with a spell on it.
Duck: QUACK.
It's actually rather charming.
Why shouldn't you like ducks, Sir? They are sweet. Look at their little feathered faces.
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