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[thebloodyend]

Really?

[Yes, yes really.  Deal with it.]

Great.  It's a bloody fishbowl under the sea.  [Witness how enthusiastic he sounds.  But this is not a discussion, mun will not change her mind if he complains.]

At least the Slayer isn't there.  And I can eat all the locals I want.  [And anyone else that catches his eye.  That's his short list of positives.  At least the mun is more excited than he is.]

You'd better not do anything stupid.

[Stupid like put him through pain and misery.  Nope, sorry, no promises there.]

Comments

[squeak_squeaker]

Do you know how to swim? [Kronk wasn't above lending the stranger his man-sized floaties!]

[thebloodyend]

[Oh, Kronk bb.] I can swim just fine.

[squeak_squeaker]

Are you...uhh. Are you sure you don't want any floaties, pal? They even fit around my biceps. They're man floaties, you don't have to feel ashamed about those! [Kronk was a good swimmer, but sadly no one had that kind of trust in him.]

[noshrimp]

Muns often do stupid things. They're not very clever.

[thebloodyend]

[Spike wouldn't touch man floaties or any kind of floaties in a million years.]

I don't even need to breathe, I can't drown.

[squeak_squeaker]

[But... but they where Kronk's man floaties. You weren't manlier than Kronk, Spike!]

Woah. Really?

I got some secret powers too; you're looking at a guy who can communicate with five different species of squirrel! [Holding three fingers up.]

[thebloodyend]

They really aren't. And I think it goes double for mine. [H-hey!]

[noshrimp]

Just try threatening them with violence. That usually works.

[thebloodyend]

[Spike could out manly Kronk in a manliness competition any day...or something like that.

And right now he's wondering how many times Kronk was dropped on the head as a baby.]

Whole lotta good that will do you.

[squeak_squeaker]

[Kronk's CHIN though. It was magical. It was- Yeah, he got dropped on his head a lot! And when he grew up, he started hitting his head on ceilings.]

It's great! Makes it real easy to befriend all the squirrels.

[shorthanded]

[ Have a rather nervous Jonathan Harker. ]

What...exactly might you mean by...'eat all the locals'?

[thebloodyend]

[Ah, yes. Kronk's chin is definitely an unrivaled force.]

So you've got a lot of little squirrel friends, then?

[thebloodyend]

Tried that, doesn't seem to work well with this one unfortunately.

[squeak_squeaker]

Oh yeah, at least four squirrel friends! [Kronk's chin was in it's own league, but... so was his tiny little brain.]

Do you have some cookies?

[thebloodyend]

Exactly what I said, mate. It's kind of what vampires do, you know?

[shorthanded]

[ Nervousness jumps up to 'barely restrained panic' as he takes a step back. Oh how he'd hoped it had been a modern colloquialism he didn't understand. ]

I...I see. My apologies for being a bother, then. And...uh...best of luck with this--fish bowl, did you call it? Yes, best of luck with that.

[thebloodyend]

Do I have some-why the bloody hell would I have cookies?

[Does he look like someone who would have cookies. Unless he just ate a Girl Scout or something.]

No, I don't.

[scarlet_devil]

The Slayer? [Poor Remi, unable to peek through the fourth wall... Which is a good thing in a way, because she'd mock his world's vamps for being easy to kill compared to a vampire like her.] I do hope wherever it is you're going isn't prone to springing leaks.

[squeak_squeaker]

I dunno! You look like a guy who eats lots of cookies. Even tho you're skinny.

You just got fast meta...bo...lism? [Kronk was a boyscout! A giant one. But if you bit him, Yzma'd probably make you replace him... you don't want that, Spike.]