If fate is expectin’ me to sit around silently, I’m gonna tel it NAH! Then, I am gonna wrestle more monkeys. You can’t get anywhere without a lil’ monkey wrastlin’.

Fuckin’ silence is for the weak. The weak don’t wrestle bloody monkeys on some island!

The first of many fate said, as every Tom, Dick, and Janey was killed by the silent killah’. Normally I’d say me, but I ain’t silent!

Sooner or later, your livuh is gonna cut ya down.

Fuckin’ Madagascar curse.

Ya, definitely a ghost. Nyahahaha.

I wonder if I’m a ghost…

idle-waffling:

Kieren and Erika. Possibly in a staring contest.

Nyahahaha.

a-blu-janitor:

Yeah. I remember that pretty well. -scritches her hair-

And I’m guessin’ that is still yer callin’?

a-blu-janitor:

Where’ve you been?? It’s been almost… quiet since you’ve been gone. -frown-

Silence leaves where I go. Nyahehe. And I go where the wind takes me Sweepy!

Was that what I used to call ya?