
Guys, the grannies didn’t win.
You better not have charmed me wrong, Father!
I sure hope not. But I trust my skills. Who the hell is the father?
Well I don’t. I think I am. And you don’t need to know.
I’m the father, obviously.
-throws peanuts-
OOC:
I’m stuck in a library, studying the life out of myself.
I think I’m going to die. It’s so quiet.
I hate the library.
She threw a book at me, because I started to sing.
Son, I question your masculinity
OOC:
Yes. Are you judging my masculinity? < I’m joking.