Wait! I still have to give you your gift~!
*THROWS A FIRE EXTINGUISHER AT HIS HEAD THEN RUNS LIKE HELL*
*A loud CLANG- followed by angry grumbling, Scylla grabbing the stupid thing and squeezing, feeling his hand heating up, and then throwing it in some random direction as it explodes.
Then trudging inside to go and be out of the awful weather.*
(Source: fireprefectscylla)
Current status: Sane for who knows how long due to a magic anon. That sanity is pretty damn fragile.
Come over here and say that, uh… other Emerl.
Why is there horrible frozen water falling from the sky.
Wh-
…
Hehe, yes ma’am.~ If I spot the rogue Marauders, I’ll have ‘em all nice and crispy before you can say “barbecue.”
You’re made to fight and you lose parts of yourself upon defeat? *Keh, if someone tried taking his parts he’d fry them alive…*