I tell them I'm a wizard then throw glitter in their face.
Don't worry, they'll tell you.
because the owner will tell you
Computer
It's not there.
All around them are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces.
The look on their face while being nailed.
Throw a frying pan down the stairs and listen to the sounds. *Ting tong tow*
A Fit!!!!!!!!!!
To prevent bat breath!
Because a wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
A: With a monkeywrench.
She complains to a man.
Glitter.
