Birds: I beseech you, Mr. Celery Pants! Teach me your dance!


Longsword, April 15th, 2009

"Alright, Mr. Celery Pants, you will teach me your Celery Dance, now!" Fujitsu yelled.

After no response, he became slightly frustrated.

"Oh, give me lip, will you. How about I show you what I did to the last person who refused to teach me a dance?!"cd home

Roy and Id both blinked several times.

"What in the heck is he doing?"

"No clue."

Ego appeared on Roy's right shoulder with his arms crossed, one eyebrow raised, and mouth slightly agape.

"Uh, guys, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but driving people stark-raving mad is Conscience's department."

"It's not yours?" Roy asked. "You are the Joker, after all."

"Remember how you thought everything was a LSD-based illusion? That was Conscience's doing."

"Oh really? Then...what are you?"

"I thought we told you earlier? I'm your inner Pokemon Trainer."

Roy raised an eyebrow and averted his eyes to where Id sat on top of his head. "Why don't your jobs make any sense?"

Id shrugged after swallowing a mouthful of ramen. "Don't ask me. I don't get it, either."

"Celery Pants!"

The End

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