*installs a security camera and monitor and continues staring at Smeagol from afar*

WAIT WAIT WAIT

THERE IS A ROYAL PIANIST HERE?

*wanders out to sleep because we isn't feeling good* 😯

Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhs. She's a really cool one, too. 😛

*continues staring a Deagol* o_o

-- 😥 Byeee, Gyps. o.o I hope you feel better soon. 😕

*sips hot chocolate and stares at monitor*

*continues staring at Smeagol*

IF THIS IS A WAR, I DENY YOU YOUR VICTORY.

AND I DENY YOU YOURS. *stares back*

We'll probably keep this war up for a year, if you don't come back until next year. o.O

*Puts a sheet over both of your heads*

*sits in space station, staring at Smeagol*

*stares at Deagol from under the bed under a sheet* 😕

I like your sig, Thatcherses. 😛

Smeagol durs too! ... which could have to do with the fact that I made it, but that has nothing to do with anything, right? o.O *does bug imitations on the floor*

😆

*climbs on the ceiling, making sure to keep staring at Deagol*

... I'm making absolutely no sense right now. o.o

*dies*

*revives* HERUMPH. 😛

Herumph. 😛