Jezeus (
magical_melonhead) wrote in
dear_mun2012-07-30 10:25 pm
On being homed at
scribbledress for now.
[He's going to buck wildly and happily this time, he can be intelligent and witty but he was also easily pleased.]
MUN! MUN! I take back everything I said, I could smooch you and not recoil in displeasure! A home is a home and I'm very happy to find a place where I can be free to do whatever I want, whenever I want! Rolling fields, free oats, milk and honey? What crazy creature would say no to all that?!
Certainly not I!
[Then he stops to think about this, if he's happy about going here... Then maybe his Mun might pull him out to be spiteful. GASP!]
What I really mean is- Mun dearest- rubbish! How dare you send me there- BOO HOO HOO! Oh how horrid it shall be and I do not know if I can bear such torment!
[And then he's back to bucking, kicking and rolling about like a goofy yearling.]
MUN! MUN! I take back everything I said, I could smooch you and not recoil in displeasure! A home is a home and I'm very happy to find a place where I can be free to do whatever I want, whenever I want! Rolling fields, free oats, milk and honey? What crazy creature would say no to all that?!
Certainly not I!
[Then he stops to think about this, if he's happy about going here... Then maybe his Mun might pull him out to be spiteful. GASP!]
What I really mean is- Mun dearest- rubbish! How dare you send me there- BOO HOO HOO! Oh how horrid it shall be and I do not know if I can bear such torment!
[And then he's back to bucking, kicking and rolling about like a goofy yearling.]

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[Did that ever happen? Emperor Kuzco gave him cookies sometimes!]
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[That was obvious. As obvious as the flippin' SUN, Kronk, Jez is going to give him a disappointed look.]
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[This always happened when someone offered Kronk a cookie: http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7wwsw0dmx1qchax1o8_250.gif He was hopeless. Unicorn magic wasn't enough to prevent this much stupid!]
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I'm sorry for...uh. For disappointing you, mr. unicorn, sir. Real sorry.
...do you want some petting?
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Do you... do you want me to be a dead Kronk?
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I thought she only poisoned people?
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[Kronk really had to walk on eggshells!]
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I want everyone to be friends and cuddle! [THAT was Kronk's ultimate solution. Just one big, friendly hug pile.]
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Then you deserve what comes to you.
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...yeah, probably do! [And petting him, like nothing happened. O-oh, soft!]