Sweet baby Jesus! Honey! Did you try to juggle chainsaws or something?!
We're gonna need more wrappin's up in this bitch.
No. I was carrying a rabid cur.
Be honest, now.
When have I ever lied? Perhaps you are mistaking lies for sarcasm.
I digress, Muse assigned me to a young Canis Phantasmagorian.
Ok, and?
And? The little whelp gouged his way clear through my attire in a fit of night-terror fueled flailing, that's what.
Oh, the poor dear!
Pardon??
That little baby's having void nightmares!
An astute and well-weighed observation. Yes, let us focus on a child's sleeping habits rather than a series of severe lacerations. I rest assured knowing that everyone's priorities are in order.
Hold it, I was just making a comment, not derailing a whole conversation. That's your shtick. Besides, you're the one who was concerned over a bit of shirt sleeve.
Sentimental value is of higher priority.
Maybe for you, but some of us prefer to live in the now.
Wait.
No.
Nope, not going any further off track. Get'cher facts straight, ‘cause I don't have the patience to verbally duel with you.
Fair enough.
Case in point, the child passed out, I provided a lift Manor-wards for his initiation, he apparently decided to accost the forearm keeping him aloft, resulting in this pleasant visit.
Well, thats no g--
Back up!!
You dropped a child mid-fucking-air?!
Please. I had a key ring.
I'm sorry, "had"?
....I... oh.
Kind of... hurled it at him.
Silver Feurwing!
He was about to bedlamize a dream instance with an active Dreamer still inside!!
Honey! I'm disappointed!
SIGH.