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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!

Comments

[motioned]

I'm not that gullible, you know!

[doeswhathewants]

Aren't you? Aren't you really?

[motioned]

I am not, not at all!

[doeswhathewants]

How do I know you are not lying?

[motioned]

Because I don't lie!

[doeswhathewants]

Everyone lies at some point.

[motioned]

Not everyone!

[doeswhathewants]

A lie by omission is still a lie. You have never told any lie, ever?

[motioned]

That totally doesn't count!

[doeswhathewants]

Does so.

[motioned]

Does not!

[doeswhathewants]

You only do not wish it to count because you have probably lied by omission.

[motioned]

So what?

[doeswhathewants]

So you are a liar, too.

[motioned]

Am not!

[doeswhathewants]

You admitted you lied by omission, did you not?