#!greeter

    "Alright, answer quickly: A guy points a gun at you, you do what?"

"Did you know that apparently hitting someone on the head with a rock is not a good way to get them to fall asleep? Because I did not! Regardless--it's wonderful to meet you all! If you need anything, just let me know! I'd love to help out where needed."

     "Are you lost?                        I'm the king of this island!               If you ask nicely, though, maybe I'll help you."

     "... What?               You've got that funny look on your face."

     "You look like you're looking for help."

     "How fast can you fly with those wings?"

     "Don't move!                    ... or else!"

     The very second he heard the footsteps approaching the room he absolutely knew he wasn't supposed to be in, Peter dropped to the floor.  He hadn't thought this through, but then, he never did think very much through at all.  Made things more fun.  Sometimes.  Most of the time.  Holding his breath, he crawled across the cold stone floor, scrambling around to the back of a chair.  Not as great a hiding spot as he would have liked.