I didn't breed this one, she was a gift! And they're called chocobos and you should know what they look like! And I don't breed anymore anyway! -Is having difficulty yelling without his voice cracking, having not spoken to anyone in weeks-
-Ignores all of this and happily snaps up the pretzel, likely clamping down on a few fingers in the process-
Significant is underselling it.
I couldn't leave the house or read the newspaper without seeing the signs of them.
Especially the second.
And the Spanish Civil War was annoying- Spain was always my favorite country to have a safehouse in.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-Is in the basement, examining the firing range (which is hopefully still there last I checked which was admittedly a while ago???)-
What?
-Tries to pick this one up and instead manages to fling it under a table due to a lack of thumbs-
-Notices this- Please stop feeding her bread. It's bad for her.
-nods-
Mm. Nice and hot.
And the people aren't that bad.
I did have to pick up a new language- but that wasn't so hard.
I'm a bit of a polyglot myself.
I would do well in Linguistics...
My native tongue is English of course- I'm British if you couldn't already tell.
But I speak Latin and Greek fluently- and write them just as well.
And I know enough Spanish to get by.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

"She yelled at me first!"