It was a dark and stormy night. Father O'Neill shuddered as he slowly made his way through the frighten crowd of readers.
'The Father is here. He will take care of it.'
'Now deary, I'm sure I will be able to figure this out.'(pretend this is written in a very heavy Irish accent, ok? thanks.)
Father O'Neill crept up to the darken room lit only by the dim light of a computer monitor, holding his sacred weapon in his hand. (Yep, the original script of Adrift, Gwen at her most annoying.)
He drew back in horror as he saw gracie_musica typing away at a lovable!Gwen. 'BE GONE YOU HORRIBLE CREATURE!', he yelled then started quoting from Adrift.
gracie_musica turned slowly, showing a gap-toothed grin and winked at him. He fled in horror, realizing he was too late. Only a heavy dose of Janto smut could save this poor woman now.
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Date: 2008-11-14 02:05 am (UTC)'The Father is here. He will take care of it.'
'Now deary, I'm sure I will be able to figure this out.'(pretend this is written in a very heavy Irish accent, ok? thanks.)
Father O'Neill crept up to the darken room lit only by the dim light of a computer monitor, holding his sacred weapon in his hand. (Yep, the original script of Adrift, Gwen at her most annoying.)
He drew back in horror as he saw gracie_musica typing away at a lovable!Gwen. 'BE GONE YOU HORRIBLE CREATURE!', he yelled then started quoting from Adrift.
gracie_musica turned slowly, showing a gap-toothed grin and winked at him. He fled in horror, realizing he was too late. Only a heavy dose of Janto smut could save this poor woman now.