Clovis is a different story, of course.
I don't know if fear is the term I'd use in regards to Clovis.
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Clovis is a different story, of course.
I don't know if fear is the term I'd use in regards to Clovis.
"Hey, someone brought you a candy bra! You should put it on!"
*ahem* Hello? Prom? There was booze there? And I was there? And where there's booze and me...
So, same principle.
She does it just cause she likes it. And we don't fear her.
Okay, so it takes nerves of steel, a will of iron, a fair amount of beer or a purposeful fashion/lifestyle choice. I had three out of four. FEAR ME!!
And we don't fear her.
Much.
We fear Clovis instead! Because Jilli knows how to delegate the evil.
we don't fear her.
Clovis is a different story, of course.
This is going to lead right to Pete's theory that I'm less evil than my bunny, isn't it? I can TOO be evil. Dammit.
(Stamping my feet doesn't automatically make my point, does it?)
I don't know if fear is the term I'd use in regards to Clovis.
Shock and Awe?
I don't know if fear is the term I'd use in regards to Clovis.
Shock and Awe?
Annoyance and Disdain?
Shock and Awe?
Hmmm...no, not really.
Mind you, I'm not trying to evoke the wrath of Clovis, but I more *revere* him than fear him.
Annoyance and Disdain?
No honey. That's me.
Annoyance and Disdain?
No no no, you've got it backwards. That's how Clovis thinks of you. When he's not rubbing his paws together in glee at the notion of turning you into a zombie, that is.
Foot stomping.....
Actually, I was going to say foot stomping = not evil, but you know, the more I think about it.... not the easiest thing in the world to pull off, but I can see it.