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THE GHOST OF KING HAMLET | Come chill with me, Victorian style. - I've got poison!
I AM THE GHOST OF KING HAMLET~ PHEAR ME. Or chat with me. The spirit plane is rather boring, if you ask me. Not that the castle was much better, with being poisoned, and betrayed, and my brother marrying my wife and all... I DIGRESS. Either way, come, indulge in my debauchery, don your undies, and run freeee~ |
*growls* fear me!! *stares*
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NEVAAAA~ -floats around, doing ghost like things nonchalantly-
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*tries to bite flying ghost*
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You have poison? Phreaky.
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Totally. It's fantastic. :drool: I've acquired a taste for it over the years.
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It's been more than a few years since the murder has it not?
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*take a chew on the ghost's butt cheeck*
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It was around the 1600's when I died. Or so it was written then, so perhaps even longer. Who can remember these days?
---------- OH NOES NOT MY BUTTCHEEK. I do hope it's not the left one, that's my fave one. :gonk: |
well since you are a ghost.. I cant really tell which one it was lol
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Ah... that's a very long while.
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THERE'S SOMETHING ROTTEN IN DENMARK
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... You don't know your right from your left? FOR SHAME.
---------- I AM NOT ROTTEN.... just a little past my prime. |
Expired things belong in the garbage!
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only rotten thing I know are the fishiees in my belleh!
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YOU WILL NEVER LOCK ME AWAYYY~
---------- The only one who should be locked away is that horrible Claudius, and that harlot Gertrude. -grumbles- |
I'm hungry :(
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I've got some poison, would you like some?
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Yes please.
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HUZZAHH~ -pours chu a glass-
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If I disappear, it's because I ran away and died.
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OMG why would chuuu?!
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Because I'm in a bad mood.
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Aww, how come? Is it because people are stupid?
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Yeah, specifically my boyfriend.
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