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Is this to be a weekly thing then, dearie? Hm. Well. Until season's end, that is.

[ Memo to you, Gold: long walk; short pier. :| ]

Anyway. Yes, as I've stated I've my reasons for not getting on with Storybrooke's local contingent of... Nuns. And they will remain my own for the time being. If you've a mind to waste time asking for more on the subject, you'll be sorely disappointed.

[ FINE. WHATEVER. At least give me SOMETHING re: the bonus Belle this episode. ANYTHING. ]

I think I'll have to decline that request as well.

[ You kind of suck. A lot. Just so you know. ]

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[ Except everybody ends up signing with him eventually, kiddo. HE IS IN DEMAND. He can even get you a dictionary for proper insults. ]

And yet I've still a list long as my arm of people who sign on the dotted line. Hardly my fault few enough of them realize that a paying the price can cost so dearly.

[steed]

[Donkey doesn't need them. He has Puss for Charm, Shrek for wit, oh, and he's married to a fucking dragon. A dragon who has mothered his mutant dronkey babies. WHO NEEDS A DICTIONARY OF PROPER INSULTS with all that awesome on his side.]

Then I guess you ain't met Shrek yet. [GASP] Oh crap...maybe when you do, you'll remember...and then...and the witches...

[Look at that horror, you'd think he just disrupted the space-time continuum, which is what he thinks he just did.]

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[ Oh, yay, Stilts likes horror. I mean. What. He's just an old man here. Nothing at all sinister. Do~de~doo~ ]

Enjoying that sinking realization there, are we?

[steed]

[LIES. SLANDER AND LIBEL AND LIES.]

Well...well, it won't happen! Because, uh...you're a different Rumpelstiltskin. [oh my god he's finally catching on to alternate universes in rp mun is so proud, bravo] Don't see the toothy goose, or a pretty big ball, or...your—my—his carriage, so...it's like a universe that's not mine but...someone else's!