
...That's so nineties...
Poisoned cookies from somebody in a gas mask isn't exactly good for business. Neither is a non-functioning puppy cannon. >>Funny thing is, SmashQueen has never sold a single cookie since moving to the fortress.
I miss the magic vending machine. T'was funeth.
Smashy can't fix it, though, because she's a sentient pretzel!
...And now I'm about to be digested. >.> Great. Should have gotten that mop back from sapphire.Noctourne knows that SmashQueen's a sentient pretzel because Noctourne ate her!
Simpsons did it.I'm a mad scientist/construction worker/cookie seller bent on world domination...and I'm a pretzel. Can't say that isn't original.
Curses! Now I have to change the password to my Kitty Laser O' Doom voice-activated trigger!SmashQueen's real name is NeeuqHsams.
Oh, fudge-sicles.Simpsons did it.
*starts toweling off the bile* Ick... Thank you Key-Chan and Noctourne. It's not easy being a sentient pretzel bent on launching puppy to the unwashed masses and selling cookies to hobos for one can each on the side. (The power of recycling!)Because of Key's magic, I have un-digested (It's possible, people!) NeeuqHsams, and she is off to reclaim the mop! But unfortunately, iLLViLLian has it!
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