03-25-2018, 12:06 PM
“[color=#d4af37]Pillaging would be mean.” It was almost as if the entire theme, motif, style, modus operandi, schtick, genre, flavor, and category of the Typhoon had sailed clear over the speckled airhead’s big ears and landed with an ignored plurp in the deep blue sea. She puffed her cheeks up, looking hellbent on defending this position. “[color=#d4af37]Friendship is never not good! We should make as many friends as we can because- because that’s good.” She paused, tipping her head to one side in thought, watching Iosef. “[color=#d4af37]That too! It’s better to make friends before you do nasty stuff. You never know when you’ll need help if you get in over your head.” Though, that was the extent of her agreement with the tiger. Georgie couldn’t care less what they had. Camaraderie was good enough for her.
[align=center][color=white][b]WE ALL HAVE DREAMS WE FORGET
WHEN YOU’RE ALONE, YOU’RE SO ALONE
WHEN YOU’RE ALONE, YOU’RE SO ALONE