Bippity-Boppity-Bitch

Who the fuck’s that? They’ve got a nice name.

Ew, that sounds fucking horrible. Sorry to hear that, acquaintance-o. I have to ask though, why the keyboard stuff? Why not just dye your hair a cool colour?

If you ever find one, tell them the Seelie Princess says hi. They’ll shit themselves, I swear!

Anyway, what’s up?

Do you all do this? Are all of your keyboards just collectively broken as a right of passage? And if so, why didn’t you get one when you moved to Earth, unless the fact that it’s a barren wasteland destroyed every technological store it used to have.

As for business, that was just an expression. If anything, my business includes sleeping until sun down.

Fucking hate that dusty old tarp...

You most likely do. We have a habit of being everywhere without anyone knowing we are. We’re like spies, only we don’t do those cool flips and have conspicuous wings.

What’s up, Samedi?

I’m okay. Confused, partially-mauled, but okay.

I can’t believe I’ve been talking to a sentient rabbit this whole time. Still cool, but this is mind-blowing.