Ah, yes, that stuff. I do vaguely remember these CONversations. I IRL look quite a bit like the stalker freak your parents warned you about. And I'm not kidding.
Just try a bite. *medic merely nods head, and pulls out small saw and pokers* Let the surgery commence.
Do you? Then please enlighten me about Rapunzel. I mean, not telling me only delays the inevitable, as I will find it if it's on here. XD XD I never got a profile to go with that particular warning strangly enough. Time for a haircut and shopping trip. XD
*nibbles corner* Bleh, no. Um, I want to see your license. Where did you go to school!
Uh, well. *sweats* Actually, I CON't really remember what that was about anymore, but I feel like it was vaguely embarrassing. No haircuts, I'm going organic.
Risk. 
*checks browser history* Oh, very. He stays in charge. 
