milliways_bar | (no subject)

Yeah, you know? That's alright. I'm good.

Like sentient animals used for food? That ain't right at all. Tell me this guy got what was comin' to him.

Somehow I thought you'd say that.

Yes. Like that. And no, it isn't. *smirks* Well, he got something, alright. Not quite as much as I would have preferred to give him, but better than nothing.

What can I say? Magic don't like me much.

*interest is piqued*
Oh yeah?
Do tell. I love a good revenge story.

Magic doesn't like anyone much. Ask my flying monkeys who didn't make it.

Trap doors are rather useful when someone's trying to melt you. Afterwards, Dorothy, the child, said or did something--I've yet to determine what it is--and the Wizard suddenly fled the Emerald City and Oz.

I like to think that having to go from being a dictator to a refugee is a bit painful.

Of course, I also like to think his balloon crashed and left him stranded in the desert, where he died.

Trap door huh? So she didn't really kill you then?

You know, it always really kinda bothered me that a kids movie ends with the main character becoming a killer. But hey, who am I to throw stones, right?

Yeah, well here's hopin'.

I like to think that question can be answered by my appearance. And the fact that I'm not a melted pile of goo. *shudders*

She was...misguided. And didn't mean to kill me, I don't think. *admits* I caught on fire. She was...likely trying to help.

Indeed.

Well, we do got a whole lotta dead people 'round here. Never hurts to ask, ya' know?

Yeah, but that don't change the outcome of the movie. Least not from where we were watchin' it as kids. Course, it ain't like we were normal kids, so the mileage may vary.

Your point.

Normal's relative. What sort of kids were you, then?

Kids of an anthropomorphic turtle type.
Oh, and highly trained assasins.

That's not normal?

*laughs out loud*

I frickin' wish!

*shrugs* You're speaking with someone whose major influence in life was a Goat and is, according to some, a terrorist. It's sounds normal enough to me.

Yeah well, that might be because my major influence in life is a Rat, and I'm an assasin.

I don't care what they say 'bout you. You're good people.

*almost-smiles* Perhaps*

*looks startled* Thank you. I'm not sure if it's true, but...thank you. As, I think, are you.

*replies to her startled look with a smirk*
Yeah, well, that's cause you don't know me yet.

*smirks back* Then remedy that.

*smirk turns into a smile*
Okay, but don't say I didn't warn ya'.

I promise not to say you didn't warn me.

wiseass.

You're only noticing this now?

Nah, just keepin' up with my official duties as "Stater of the Obvious"

How did you get such an important title?

It kinda found me, actually.
Right around the time that the redhatted bitch stole our bar.

Horrors of horrors. Was a ransom note left?

Nope. She just said somethin' 'bout the French Revolution.
Never seen someone pick up a whole bar before. Gotta admit, I'm kinda impressed.