supercreig: Who needed the door if Craig could just fly onto the top of Gregory's roof and crash it just to make some dramatic entrance?
"GREGORY MCGILLEN OF FUCKING YARDALE!!!!!"
That... That was all he had to say. At least for now as he needed a minute to catch his breath. Flying and making that dramatic entrance was exhausting too.
"Gregory! Bro! Dude! You won't believe it! I... There was a war god in my room!"
"SWEET TAPDANCING FUCK!!!"
And thus is how he ends up on the floor, blinking and limbs scattered all haphazardly in some brazen attempt to prevent the fall. He hadn't prevented the fall. A second later and gloved hands grab his dining room table, forcibly hauling himself upward and off the floor.
So much for a peaceful dinner.
"Firstly! Do not fucking do that again! I'm too young to be having heart attacks! Secondly, what are you talking about?"














