I, myself, disappear for long periods of time when I find it necessary to transmogrify into Princess SomeRomanticDisneyTypeName and ascend into Unicornland via magic teleport provided by my Necromancer.
Although my earthly body remains it is but a mere husk, a walking automaton, whilst the
real
me attends to important State matters, scorns the affections of besotted Princes and wages war against the evil tribesman, Papa Lazarus.
Dr. Blaszczykowski - a well meaning but completely bewildered gentleman - seems to think I am in some way .... unwell. Fool! Little does he know my absences are the only thing holding the very fabric of the space-time continuum intact.
FACT: Corugi isn't part of the clan, so he's got nothing to say here.
Kings Eastwood in
THE
GLOOP
, THE
BWIAN
, and THE
WIKI
music by Trewavio Morricone
Ghazgkull
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perhaps i was too harsh. corugi just needs to pay a monthly fee and he can have some say around here.
Hush now, IMPOSTER! And stop wriggling around while I am slicing and dicing you. I dont want to cut my fingers by mistake.
I foresee a glorious new future for this clan under my inspired leadership. First up, no one can leave. Secondly I am going to kick all of you out. This means you will be trapped in an eternal bouncing. Kicked out. Bounce back in cos you cant leave, kicked out, bounce back in, kicked out... FOREVER!
FOREVER IN EIGHTEEN FOOT HIGH BLAZING LETTERS!
ETERNAL BOUNCING! !!!6!!!
I will make sure there are really rough, hard, concretey walls. The sort that scraps off your skin when you graze past it.
Then I will sell you plasters and splints for all the injuries you sustain. I will toss them to you when you bounce past. These will be fake. And heavily overpriced. Of course. Then using the IMMENSE PROFITS I will pay people to come in and jeer at you while squirting beetroot juice over any light colored clothing you happen to be wearing.
But if you misbehave, then things will get much worse.
Yesssss.
*drools*
I failed to keep my New Year's resolution before I even made it.