Taunter: [Peering about at all the other people and posts of the thread...] Look at all the people~. Where did they all come from~?
Me: Beatles ref. Sweetness!
Lauren: [She snorts at her Haunter, clearly not impressed by the raspy singing of the Ghost/Poison Type-- he appears to be tone-death, much to her chagrin.]
Collin: ... You know what?
Me: I know what. It's hard to keep you all In Character so late at night.
Collin: . . . Then don't try it?
Me: Well, Taunter's easy; I just have to turn my brain off and cease to think.
Taunter: DD:! [Clearly offended, he tries to float away to another post and another group of people.] Fine! I can tell when I'm not wanted!
Lauren: . . . 'E isn't even watchin' where 'e's goin'. ... This outta b' fun!
Collin: Agreed, Lauren. [He sits back in the Abyss of Whiteness, eating kettle corn and dipping it in chocolate on occasion.]
Me: Chocolate... @@
Collin: Back off; it's mine.