cuckoo chaos spirit seeking good home

[soapskating]

[There's a freestanding, pointless-looking door in Dear_Mun that wasn't there before. A draconequus in neon sunglasses and the most atrocious hawaiian shirt forcefully kicks it open with a cloven hoof, barges through, and dumps two suitcases and a straw hat on the floor. Oh yes, he's back.]

Ahh, here we are at last! A sun-and-sea holiday is one thing, but there's nothing quite like returning to a nondescript diary space full of complaining cross-dimensional beings to shake off those rusty headspace blues.

Now, I'm overdue for some serious chaos action... [He grabs a megaphone.]

If anyone has want of a spirit of disharmony in their crazy magic jamjar land, by all means drop me a line! You'll find me at the punch bowl! [Which has now just conveniently appeared, along with a buffet table and balloons. Welcome back, self?]