(IT OPENS ITS HUGE MOUTH AND LETS OUT A DEAFENING—)
...AH! Zhe owneur auf der prohpertie, at eh-lonk eh-last!
(What THE FUCK is that FUCKIN ACCENT)
Mmhhhh, yust gief mich une seckhond, ser, und förgive mich vor schowing uhp in zhis... less zhen deescent fourm, yeas? Je had t' flieg ouver hyere, ye ken? Is mauch, ehhhh... fahster, zhis way, than ehhhvwalking.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019...Ehhhhwhaaaaaaaaaaat...? Ekkuscusé mich...?
(Cocks its enormous head like a giant dog or bird, looking between Roxas and Alex OOPS FUK.)
...Zhen... Yeugh mean to säyg...
(Is suddenly enveloped in a bright light, transforming into...!)
(...A very small man, looking to be about three feet tall
, clad in a neatly-pressed business suit.)
...Je'm naht fiesiting zhe korrekt ehhhpröwpertie?
edited 31st Oct '16 10:14:33 AM by MobileLeprechaun
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-up in the rafters of the main room, the mysterious figure is... still hunched over-
... I wanna get down. But I've forgotten how I got up here.
-shakes a little bit-
-cloak concealing most features-
edited 31st Oct '16 10:15:19 AM by RegularDefender
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post...HWELL! Zhis scértainlemente ist a traublesaum dehfallopement.
(Gets a stoically pensive look, his tiny little dragon tail swishing around.)
Für if zhis puröpertie is nicht fer ehhhhsäle, hhhwhy, it es a damnablé shaem! Susch a magnifiqué 'ouse, a grande edifeice, zhe size auf der liefingrööm alone...
(Wipes a small tear from his squinty little red eye.)
Ahhhhh, susch a vwaste auf güt pohtenshial...
(Peers up at Roxas.)
...Ehhhhwhaaaaaaat? Mon perdón, ser, ehhhbaut Je'm ehhhspeakingu jour very lied!
…?
(GAB THE SPOOKY WITCH looks up at the rafters.)
...Uh... Hello? You okay up there?
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Hhhhwhy, BUT AUF CYOURSE!
(Gets a wide, fanged grin, looking pretty smug.)
Zhere is nicht a real ehhhhstate agzhent mour méticuleux und cyarefül zhan Hieronymous Poincaré d'Auvergne!
(Looks to Roxas again, simultaneously confused and amused.)
Ahhhh? Ehhhhbaut Je am espeakingu l'Angais, ser! Je half estudie't zhis lied für, ehhhh... une Jahrhundert, gief or ehhhtake.
...Aww frick, that's no good. Uh...
(Looks over her shoulder.)
...Want me to try and find a ladder?
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

It's... something, isn't it? At least you remembered.