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[Sapphire Sebright]

Vampire.

I said, "my rock under my chair," not, "my coffin under my chair."
Goodness, a coffin made of stone would be terribly heavy -- an absolute pain to open and close every day.

 

[Sapphire Sebright]

Wrong answer.

Fine.
"Even as I write this, sleep does drag my eyelids heavily down, enticing me into the fleeting land of dreams. Alas, I am losing the struggle, and even now, can feel my head listing as drool doth drip upon my keyboard."
I had too much fun with that, sorry.

 

[MarkJr]

I said, "my rock under my chair," not, "my coffin under my chair."
Goodness, a coffin made of stone would be terribly heavy -- an absolute pain to open and close every day.

But sleeping in a coffin indicates vampirism.
vampire=super strength=who cares if the lid is heavy.

 

[Sapphire Sebright]

But sleeping in a coffin indicates vampirism.
vampire=super strength=who cares if the lid is heavy.

I don't recall vampires having super strength, but at least it isn't sparkles. I don't want to be a sparkly vampire. Sparkles make my eyes hurt.

 

[Sapphire Sebright]

But sleeping in a coffin indicates vampirism.
vampire=super strength=who cares if the lid is heavy.

Wait, I never said that I sleep in a coffin.
Communication issue! Aaaah!

 

[R2elk]

I don't recall vampires having super strength, but at least it isn't sparkles. I don't want to be a sparkly vampire. Sparkles make my eyes hurt.

Go to bed.

 

[Sapphire Sebright]

Go to bed.

Yes, Mom.

 

[R2elk]

Yes, Mom.

Kiki is Mom, not me.

 

[Sapphire Sebright]

Kiki is Mom, not me.

Dad?
I'm kidding. Sorry.

 

[R2elk]

Dad?
I'm kidding. Sorry.

I am not anyone's father no matter how old I am.