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[doeswhathewants]

[It's a sleep rumpled Loki, sitting up in bed, the NV floating in front of his face.]

One would think that by literally kicking the sandman in his sack- by 'the sandman' I mean Nightmare and by 'his sack' I mean his newly forged magic crown- that I would be granted a reprieve from terrible dreams and given only the good kind involving magic and all of the shaken milk I could drink.

Terrance, when next you speak to your father, do inform him of the wonderful Midgardian invention called a dance belt. With his penchant for tight, sparkly jumpsuits, it was rather like a hitchhiker's thumb, and a second navel.

Loki out!

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[deathknellgrell]

[ Ok Grell is (unsure) about the mental image, but there is one point he's got a strong opinion on: ]

And d'you know what the moral of this story is?

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[doeswhathewants]

Spandex is a privilege?

[deathknellgrell]

Never molest a man's tiara.

[doeswhathewants]

So how did those diet bars work out for you?

[deathknellgrell]

Eh?

Oh! Fan-tas-tic!

[ The kind folks at the health food store sold him sugar-free protein bars, and he ate nothing else but those. And killed Witches and Darkness monsters nonstop for a while. Now - he's rrrrrrripped! ]

Want to see?

[doeswhathewants]

Ack! Underaged! I do not want to see anything!

[deathknellgrell]

[ He's been pantomiming (but not really performing) a strip tease. ]

Your loss, sweetie.

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