(The dog walks up to Cloud and sniffs him, then licks his hand, wagging his tail. He also conveniently translates to and from Italian for Dante, serving as an interpreter.)
Ah, I am Thomas W-, Light, but you can call me Tom. This is my son's dog W-, Rush. Vewwy nice to meet you, mister...?
(Looks quizzically at Lilith.) Aw, sowwy to hear that. What's twoubwing you, miss?
edited 28th Sep '12 8:53:41 AM by MobileLeprechaun
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019(Perks up.) Ah, the Dante? Vewy nice to meet you, sir. I've heard much about your expwoits. And how obsewvant of you to guess that I'm a doctah. My field of expewtise is wobotics. I can expwain the term if you're unfamiwiar...
(Translates, helpfully removing rhotacism.)
Awe you sure, miss? I don't mind at awl, weally.
Good mowning, miss. (Smile-waves.)
edited 28th Sep '12 9:02:31 AM by MobileLeprechaun
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Damn, nifty. Ancient robotics FTW. :D
Ah, I see. Well, as you can see, Wush is one of my cweations. My chiwdwen at home awe awlso wobots, so I'm a twuly single fathah. (Smiles.)
(Translates and woofs happily. Goes up to Daisy and sniffs her curiously.)
(To Lilith.) Of couwse, miss. I don't mind a bit. Evewyone needs to tawk about their pwobwems from time to time. Tewl me awl about it. (Seats himself.)
edited 28th Sep '12 9:17:39 AM by MobileLeprechaun
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019(Nods.) That I am. It weally is my w-life's passion, especially since it's how I got my chiwdwen.
(Translates and backs away from Daisy, not wanting to disturb her sleep. Greets F!Dante by licking her hand and wagging his tail.)
Woof!
(Sees F!Dante.) Oh, your name is awlso Dante? Nice to meet you, miss. I'm Thomas W-Light, but you can cawl me Tom.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Let's see. At first everything seemed fine and dandy...(downs a shot of absinthe, cringes) Then, after Jesus died, Lucifer dragged me down to Purgatory. I then proceeded to be his sex slave for nothing short of 1900 years. When he finally kicked it, Alastor took his place, that bald bastard...(downs another shot) Shit... iz a strong stuff...(starts to have trouble speaking) He locked me in a body of some teenager... You get it?(downs another shot) Shome fuckin'... teenager. And then that f-fucker died... And I wash free to goo... Again.(considers downing another glass, decides against it) And then, that bashtard... Midnight... Brainraped me into shome watschdog... And I wash like that for fuckin'... Many yearsh...(swings the glass wildly, miraculously not dropping it) T-then we were locked... Again and sh... shomething came up and I went back to myshelf...(downs another shot regardless) Then, that shtupid war came out... And then everything wash fine and dandish... Again... And now that fu-cker Gunschsche...(downs another before putting the glass and the bottle away) Shtupid Sh Sh-man...

-waves- And you are?