Those spoons are always missing
"Yoohoo, oh Fluttershy!~" Discord, the spirit of chaos and disharmony called, wearing an aviator hat and goggles as he flamboyantly rode the winds towards the yellow pegasus's home via para-glider sporting his colors.
Landing solidly on the ground before the cottage, and having the chute fall to the earth and wrap around him as a result, Discord pulled the emergency cord, causing the fabric to receded back into its backpack-like container, taking both the aviator hat and googles off his head before swirling into nothingness complete with the sound of a toilet flushing.
With his elongated and mismatched body now free of the chute and headgear, Discord floated over to the door in one serpentine motion and raised his paw, readying it to knock. However, before he could do that, he was stopped when he heard muffled voices coming from the other side, sounding like Fluttershy was having a conversation with somepony.
"Oh," Discord uttered in slight curiosity, retracing his paw, "seems like somepony else is already in there with her. Hmm, well I really shouldn't pry." Turning around, and whistling an inconspicuous tune, Discord folded his arms behind his back and took a step forward, only to have a hazardously placed skateboard coincidentally materialize under his foot in a flash of white light. "Oops," he uttered in mock surprise, the slipping of his foot causing him to turn back around and slam face-first onto the door, resulting in his eye literally looking through the peephole.
"Now, I wonder who she's talking to..." Discord muttered to himself, his eye acting as a periscope as he scanned the interior of the home. Immediately finding the source of the voices, his pupil shank to the size of a pinprick once he saw who the other visitor was. "Oh for the love of--again?!"
"It's so nice of you helping me clean my little animal friends' nests, Treehugger," Fluttershy said after pulling a feather-duster covered in cobwebs out of a mouse hole.
Treehugger, who's smile and half-open eyes were always constant, replied as she ran a cloth covered hoof around the edges of a large fish tank devoid of water, speaking in a low, sensual tone that Discord just hated.
"No prob, Shy. All creatures, no matter how big or small, deserve to live in a space just a beautiful as they are; if we don't help our little animal brethren here, then like, who will?"
"I couldn't agree with you more!" Fluttershy exclaimed, beaming a smile as she flew over to check on the birdhouses hanging above.
Seeming to be done with cleaning the tank, Treehugger reached her hoof down and allowed a white, fluffy tarantula with a red ring atop its abdomen to crawl on it. After placing the spider atop a hollow log within the tank, Treehugger gently stroked the arachnid's fur, saying, "There you go, Scary. All nice and clean now."
The spider, who's name was apparently Scary, looked around its little home, then glanced up to the mare and gave her a nod of its head. Taking that as a sign of satisfaction, Treehugger looked over to Fluttershy, who was hovering over a trash can as she shook debris out of a birdhouse into it.
"Fluttershy, I've like, cleansed the tank of all impurities and replaced them with positive vibes that little Scary here can dig, so like, what's next? Oh, and why is your door looking at me funny?"
"Looking at you funny?" Fluttershy questioned before turning to it, the birdhouse slipping from her hooves and into the trash can as she was immediately startled by the stretched out eyeball sticking through the peephole. Hoof on her chest, and after a few seconds of fear induced panting, Fluttershy managed to calm down a bit when she recognized the yellow and red eye. "Discord...? Is that you?"
With his eye now focusing on her, her response from the draconequus came as a muffled and awkward sounding, "Um...no..."
Unfooled by his lackluster ploy, Fluttershy crossed her forelegs over her chest, her expression and tone a bit irritated. "Discord... Have you been spying on us? Get in here right this instant."
"Ok, well, first of all, I wasn't spying," Discord answered as the door swiveled on its axis, bringing him inside. Yanking his head back, and pulling his eye out of the peephole with comically sounding 'pop' , he rubbed his face as he turned to Fluttershy. "Second, I just happened to be in the neighborhood and felt like dropping by, as any good friend would do. But, I see that you already have," gesturing at Treehugger, he had a horrible time hiding the disdain in his voice when he finished with, "...guests..."
"Greetings," Treehugger said, sitting on the floor as she placed her front hooves together and bowed her head respectively to Discord.
"Hmm? Oh yes, namaste and all that," Discord replied with a forced smile, wiggling his digits at her.
He may not dislike her as much as he did during the gala incident, and presently, he considered himself to be on neutral terms with her, but Discord couldn't help but find Treehugger's laid back tendencies to be a bit, well...annoying. That, coupled with the fact that Fluttershy had recently been spending a considerable amount of time with her, and not him, irked Discord to no end. He clearly remembered his lesson about having different friends for different things, but all of those other friends of his have been busy and it was the sole reason he was here, as he had hoped for a pleasant evening alone with Fluttershy. Still...time with Fluttershy, despite present company, appealed to him more than boredom, so he'd tolerate Treehugger for now.
"So, what's going on in this neck of the woods, hmm?" Discord placed his talon atop a cupboard and swiped it across, finding dust. "Doing a little spring cleaning, are you?"
Guessing that his intentions were sound enough, Fluttershy retrieved the birdhouse from the trash can and patted the grime and dust off of it.
"Well, mostly the critters' nests, but I guess the cottage itself could use a little dusting."
As soon as she had finished that sentence, Discord stretched out his arm and placed a talon over Fluttershy's lips, silencing her.
"Ah-ah, say no more. There's absolutely no need for subtly, as I'd be more than happy in helping you with that little endeavor."
"But I--"
"Honestly, Fluttershy," Discord interrupted, adopting a stoic posture with his paw over his chest. "You should have come to me, of all omnipotent higher beings, first. I'd do a much more efficient, and lets admit, entertaining, job than some ponies here!" That last part was directed towards Treehugger, who wasn't even paying him any mind, much to Discord's irritation, as she was busy finishing up with the spider habitat.
Prophesying that things would be disastrous if she refused him, Fluttershy sighed before giving in.
"Fine, Discord, if you really want to help out, then go ahead."
"Yes!" Discord exclaimed before snapping his talons, causing his body to be enveloped in a white light for a brief second. Once the light faded, Discord stood there, a smug grin on his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest, now wearing a pair of white pants and shirt, as well as a gold earring on his ear.
"It's been a blast, Fluttershy, but I have to return to my little abode so I may replenish my energies for tomorrow," Treehugger said as she opened the front door, allowing the orange light from the setting sun in.
After storing the cleaning supplies in a cupboard, Fluttershy turned to Treehugger, the earth pony mare partially silhouetted by the positioning of the sun's rays.
"Oh, you're leaving?"
Hearing this, Discord looked around the kitchen doorway, where he was pretending to clean for a good while now, but was instead helping himself to Fluttershy's fridge.
"Oh, you're off now?" Discord asked in excitement, disappearing, then reappearing behind Treehugger, a small goody bag with a balloon tied to the handle in his possession, as well as a slice of cake wrapped in tin foil. "Oh it's such a shame, a real shame. Here, take some party favors," he said as he opened the door, balancing the items on her back before sliding her out the doorway. "You'll find within the bag two taffies, licorice lace, a block of caramel, a cheap toy you'd find in a bit store, and one of those pudding packs that're always missing those little spoons that are supposed to come with them. Ta-ta, enjoy!"
Whether or not Treehugger was bothered by this was difficult to tell, as she merely stood before the open door, staring back at Fluttershy and Discord with a confused expression before the latter swiftly shut the door inches away from her muzzle.
"Discord!" Fluttershy yelled in response to that action, running over to the door.
"What?" he asked, shrugging innocently. "I'm sure she owns a spoon at her house, Fluttershy. It'd be a grave misuse of my powers if I just poofed one into existence for her."
Ignoring him, Fluttershy opened the door, just in time to catch Treehugger as she walked towards the small bridge spanning over the stream. "We're still good for tomorrow, right?"
"Hmm, oh yeah," Treehugger responded, turning back to her with a nod. "Just, come by when you'd like."
Smiling, Fluttershy nodded back. "Alright, I will."
And at that, Treehugger walked off, Fluttershy waving her goodbye as she watched the balloon tied to the goody bag on her back bob and sway in the breeze. Once she was out of sight, Fluttershy closed the door, then irritably turned to Discord, who was floating in the sitting position, twiddling his thumbs as he avoided eye contact with her.
Her expression bitter, Fluttershy flew up to his face, surprising him as she angrily poked a hoof at his chest. "I am outraged and disappointed by your behavior, mister! You could have just helped us clean like you said you would, but nooo, instead you kept harassing poor Treehugger!"
After lowering his arms from the defensive position, Discord gently moved her hoof aside, then took the time to compose himself before calmly giving his reply. "I haven't the slightest idea of what you're talking about; unlike Treehugger, I was a delight."
"Really?" Fluttershy rhetorically asked in a harsh tone, clearly not buying it. Giving him the stink eye, she neared her gaze to his face, causing him to pull his head back with a wincing smile as she said, "Then what about the germ? You know, the really big one?"
"Oh, that?!" Discord answered with a dismissive tone and wave of his paw. "I was merely demonstrating to dear Treehugger what a terrible job she was doing cleaning by enlarging that one germ that survived the 99.99% cleaner she was using to the size of a poodle. It was perfectly harmless really." She just continued to stare at him with a hard look, slowly breaking down his poker face until he released an exasperated groan. "Oh alright, alright! Enough with the eyeballs already, sheesh! So I might have had a tiny, itsy bitsy, teeny weeny bit of fun at her expense, but she started it!"
"Started it? She's been nothing but nice to you this entire time," Fluttershy yelled. "I've been with her for almost a whole week now, and she said nothing but nice things about you whenever you were even mentioned!"
"That right there, the whole week thing, that's why!" Discord shot back, confusing Fluttershy as she backed off. "You've been spending so much time with her that you've forgotten about me!"
"Discord, we've talked about th--"
"I know, I know," he interrupted, then said with jazz hands, "'different friends for different things' and all that song and dance! All I'm saying is that you've jam-packed your schedule full of Treehugger and haven't made any room for me!" Discord crossed his arms and looked way, muttering, "I'm starting to feel a bit ignored here..."
Realizing what the problem was, Fluttershy took a cleansing breath before calmly speaking.
"Well, I'm sorry about that, Discord, but Treehugger is my best friend, and I've already made plans to go make compost with her tomorrow."
"Wait," Discord said, his tone and facial expression full of concern as he pulled his head back. "She's your best friend?!" He gestured at himself. "I thought we were best friends!"
"We are, and so is she," Fluttershy responded, trying to reassure him before casting him a curious glance. "Discord, you do know that you can have more than one best friend, right?"
Crossing his arms over his chest, he shook his head dismissively. "No...no I don't think so. The word 'best' implies that you prefer one over the others."
"Discord, that's not how it wor--"
Cutting her off, he hovered menacingly before her, his face inches way from hers as his wings flapped angrily. "So which is it, Fluttershy? Am I your best friend, or is it that insufferable Treehugger, hmm?"
After gently pushing him back for some space, Fluttershy closed her eyes and rubbed her temple with a hoof; she was hoping for a nice relaxing day spent cleaning, and not having to deal with Discord's little temper tantrum like she was right now. Finished with composing her thoughts, Fluttershy sighed before removing her hoof from her face to look at him.
"You, Treehugger, and the rest of the girls are all my best friends, alright? And we'll leave it at that." Right as Discord opened his mouth to counter that, Fluttershy quickly placed her hoof over it. "And we'll leave it at that...ok?" Once he nodded and mumbled something into her hoof, she removed it from over his mouth, then stood patiently before him. "Here's what's going to happen... Since I already made plans with her, if she, for some reason, has a change of schedule or something's come up for her, then you and I can do something tomorrow. Deal?"
Paw on his chin, Discord thought it over for a few seconds. "Hmm, deal! That simple, eh? Hold on a second, I'll be back in a jiffy!" Sporting a mischievous smile, he raised his claw and readied to snap his talons.
"Oh no you don't!" Fluttershy exclaimed as she hovered up to him, preventing him from teleporting away. "I already know what you're going to do, Discord, so that's why I'm telling you right now. You will not, and I repeat, will not do anything to Treehugger!"
"But I was just going to--"
"I don't care," she interjected with a shake of her head, giving him an intimidating look. "You're not going to send her away to another dimension like you tried to last time, you're not going to make her sick, you're not going to blow up her home, you're not going to do a thing to her, understand?"
After staring back at her with pursed lips and arms at his hips, Discord begrudgingly nodded, then looked away with his head raised. "Fine."
"Promise?" Flutterhsy asked in a demanding tone, her scrutinizing gaze over him not easing in the slightest.
Rolling his eyes with a sigh, Discord placed a talon over his chest and raised a paw. "I promise. Absolutely no harm will befall on Treehugger because of me... Happy?"
Despite his promise sounding a bit iffy, there wasn't a thing she could really do to stop him if he decided otherwise, so it would have to do for now. "Yes, very" she said with a stern nod.
"Well good, now that that's been settled with, I guess I'll be taking my leave now." Conjuring a coat rack by the door with a snap of his talons, Discord removed the scarf hanging from it, wrapped it around his neck, then opened the front door, revealing the sun to be long gone and replaced by the star filled night sky and high hanging moon.
"You're leaving? So soon after saying that I haven't been spending enough time with you?" Fluttershy curiously asked.
After stepping out of the cottage, Discord turned back to her, securing both ends of the scarf into a knot as he responded. "Oh, yes, well...it's getting late, and I wouldn't want to overstay my welcome, so I'll just come by tomorrow to see if you'll be free or not."
Fluttershy moved over to the open door and placed her hoof on its handle. "Oh, well...goodnight then..."
"Mhmm, yes, good night Fluttershy," he said with a small wave, still focusing on tying the scarf.
A few seconds after Fluttershy had closed the door, Discord seemed to ignore the scarf as he then began to rub his paw under his bearded chin, pondering on how to step around the promise he made; a task he set his mind to work on the second he made said promise.
He couldn't go with the easier and chaotic route of simply dumping Treehugger into another dimension like he tried to last time--he wouldn't want to lose Fluttershy's friendship and have her and her friends find a way to set him to stone again--so he'd have to be more subtle; make it seem like he wasn't involved at all...
His promise did state that no harm would come to her because of him, so he managed to give himself a little leg room to work with, but what could he do with that? Make nothing but good things happen to her? How would that help?
Moments later, a brightly lit light bulb appeared over him with a ding right as an idea had popped into his head.
"What if," he silently muttered to himself, casually pulling the bulb's cord and turning it off before Fluttershy could spot it outside her windows. "What if Treehugger suddenly had a new best friend, hmm? Somepony so much like her that Fluttershy would feel like a third wheel and want to avoid them, giving her more time to spend with me!"
"Oh, but who?" he asked himself, tapping his chin as he aimlessly strolled over the small bridge. "I don't know anypony who'd be compatible with her, and even if I did, there's a high chance that they'll just go home! Not much of a solution now, is it?"
Looking over the bridge and into the water, his reflection then moved on its own and said, "Think, Discord, think! You're the all powerful, and devilishly handsome I might add, Spirit of Chaos! Surely there's someone or something that annoys you just as much as she does!"
His eyes widened when the solution finally came to him. "You're right, me! There is something just as annoying as her!" Rolling up the fur and feathers of his arms like sleeves, Discord then said, "I might have to leave Equestria for this one...and uh, dimension..."
Earth, 1969, Some time after Woodstock
Ryvre Dreamstar was in high spirits driving alone down the darkened New York country side in his Volkswagen Bus, a mural depicting the image of a lush and green meadow overlooking the ocean painted at both sides of it, as he had just spent the last three days relaxing and listening to music with his fellow brothers and sisters at a large music festival known as Woodstock.
Continuing to drive forward with his headlights revealing the road to him, Ryvre couldn't help but smile, as he was sure that the event would define the sixties as a time of peace, love and understanding when the ocean of people who attended the concert, who all had a bathroom situation and lack of food, didn't riot like many predicted, but instead peacefully enjoyed the music for three days straight while loving and enjoying the company of their fellow man. Also, the concoction that he helped himself to before being urged to leave the field by the owners, which was a mix of both peyote and strong marijuana, may have played a factor to his unending smile. Sure, even he knew that he probably shouldn't be driving in this state, what with being a bit sluggish and sleepy eyed, as well as hungry, but the roads he chose to drive through had been mostly desolate so far and he made sure to keep his speed in check just to be on the safe side.
Just as Ryvre began to fiddle with the radio in an attempt to find a decent station, his smile finally faltered when he spotted flashing red and blue lights in the rear view mirror accompanied by the short blare of a police siren signalling him to pull over.
"Crap," he muttered as he immediately did so, turning off his van's engine and filling with panic when he heard the officer step out of their vehicle, prompting him to inspect his own reflection in the side mirror.
Ignoring the rainbow swirl of the tie dye shirt he was wearing, as well as his wavy shoulder-length brown hair and patchy beard at the end of his chin, he instead focused on his blue eyes, discovering the white area to still be a noticeable pink-ish red. Hoping that he could play that off as an allergic reaction to something, and thankful that he didn't have any on him or in his van in case the officer decided to search either, he then breathed onto his hand and took a whiff of his breath, finding a lingering scent of the drugs.
Hearing the officer near, and praying that the rotting remains of fruit sitting in a box in the back seat that he had forgotten to throw out will disguise the smell, Ryvre reached over to the glove compartment, opened it, then started to fish around the crumpled up pamphlets and flyers for his driver's licence.
"Licence and registration," Ryvre heard the officer say right outside the driver's seat, giving him more incentive to look for it quicker.
"Y-Yeah, yeah, no problem officer," Ryvre nervously said. After finally finding it, and breathing a sigh of relief as a result, Ryver sat upright on his seat, then turned to the officer to give him his licence. "Here you...g-go?"
Perhaps there was something extra laced in the drugs, or maybe they were stronger than he originally thought, but Rvyer tried to keep himself from freaking out when the officer, who he still recognized as a police officer because of the hat he was wearing atop his head, looked like some kind of goat thing with prominent white eyebrows and beard, yellow and red eyes, mismatched horns piercing through the hat, and had one long snaggletooth sticking out his mouth.
"Hmm...Xavier, is it?" the officer, creature, thing said, inspecting the small card closely. Xavier was Ryvre's old name before his eyes finally opened a few years prior, realizing that he should set himself apart from the squares and question authority.
Trying to remain calm from this bad trip he was obviously having, Ryvre's hands clenched the steering wheel tightly as he faced forward and nodded. "Mhmm, y-yeah...that's--that's me... I...I know I look a little different in that photo...but...but that was taken a few years ago..."
After lowering the card and eyeing the nervous Ryvre top to bottom, the officer examined the mural painted on the car, then shrugged. "Not exactly my first choice, but eh, any one of you idiots would do," he said as he held out the licence back to Ryvre.
Not sure what he meant by that, Ryvre turned to retrieve his licence, having to stop himself from visibly recoiling when he saw that it was a loin's paw holding it. Not wanting to be busted and sent to jail, Ryvre reached for his licence with shaky hands, secured it in his fingers, then nodded slowly back to the officer after he placed it back in the glove box.
"So...am I...am I free to go now, officer?" Ryvre tentatively asked.
"Of course," the officer responded, a mix of mischievousness and whimsy underlined in his tone. He then pointed down the road. "Just wanted to inform you that there's a bit of a detour coming up the road. Once you hit a fork, take the right path; the left is blocked because old man Jenkins is off his meds and is running around in a monster costume scaring kids off his farm again. So unless some nosy teenagers and their talking dog come by, I'd advise you to take the right."
"Talking dog?" Ryvre questioned.
"Hmm...oh, of course! That's not for another month or two now, is it?" the officer said with a guffaw. "Silly me, just...just take the road to the right like I said and you should be fine. Now off you go. Shoo. Leave before I give you a fine or something."
"Eh, y-yeah, yeah. Thank you officer," Ryvre said, turning on his van's engine before driving off in a reasonable speed. Looking in the rear view mirror as he left, and still perceiving the officer as some kind of mismatched creature, Ryvre silently swore to cut back on his recreational activities for a while.
Minutes later, Ryvre came upon the aforementioned fork in the road, and, taking the officer's advice, took the path to the right, leading him into a tunnel cutting straight through a hill.
Once he entered it, everything became pitch black and the only source of light guiding Ryvre forward was his van's headlights. After a few minutes of driving straight, and feeling as if the tunnel had no end, Ryvre was filled with relief when he realized that he had unknowingly exited it; he must have fallen asleep at the wheel or something, because it seemed like he blinked and was suddenly out of the tunnel, now finding himself to be driving over a dirt path cutting through some woods of sorts. Stranger still, when he looked in the rear and side view mirrors, he failed to find the tunnel that he swore he just drove out of, and looking up towards the night sky, he couldn't recall there being so many stars out.
Passing these occurrences off as his body simply needing sleep, or the drugs still effecting his system, Ryvre continued to drive forward, hoping to find a campsite or something so he could hang with like-minded individuals such as himself.
Following the path forward, and hoping to spot a landmark so he could get his bearings, Ryvre soon shook his head when a green horse, much smaller than a regular one, came into view, walking ahead of him as it carried on its back what looked like some kind of bag with a balloon attached to it.
Rationalizing it as exhaustion, the drugs, or both, Ryvre ignored it as he drove past it, but immediately put his van to a screeching halt when he heard the horse say, "Whoa man...like, I'm really digging that grassy meadow on the side of your cart."
"It talked," Ryvre casually muttered to himself, leaning over the steering wheel as he ruffled his hair. If it talked, then just like the officer before, he must be hallucinating that chick as something else. Judging by the mellow and easygoing nature of her speach, then she had to be a fellow hippie as well, and a bombacious one at that going by the allure in her voice.
Pulling the van back in reverse for a bit, then stopping, Ryvre reached over to the passenger side and opened its door, then got a good look at the chick once he turned on the interior light. Despite him currently perceiving her as a green, chest-high horse with light vermilion dreads and grayish purple eyes, as well as having some kind of heart-shaped tree tattoo on her butt, he still found her somewhat appealing, and was more than happy to offer her a ride.
"Hey sister, want a lift?" Rvyre asked, smiling to her as he patted the passenger seat.
Returning the smile to him, Treehugger tilted her head to the side as he placed a hoof over her chest. "Aww, well thank you; I'd love a ride in your carriage. Say, are you like, some never before seen creature from the Everfree?"
Ryvre had no idea what this Everfree was, but it did sound a bit familiar to him; perhaps it was a concert he attended, or maybe the name of one of the many campsites he previously stayed in.
Despite not knowing which of the two it was, Ryvre nodded. "Yeah man, so like, where to?"
After climbing into the vehicle, setting the goody bag aide and making herself comfortable atop the passenger seat, Treehugger raised a hoof and pointed forward. "Oh, just head straight up the road. You'll find a clearing with a tent in it; that's where I live. If you want to, you're like, more than welcome to spend the night with me there; I'd love to learn more about you."
"Groovy," Ryvre said with a nod and smile.
A few moments later, after Ryvre had started to drive the van forward, Treehugger caught a whiff in the air, then said, "Like, what's that sweet, decomposing aroma I smell?"
Ryvre nerviously smiled. "Heh, sorry about that. There's a box full of rotting fruit in the back that I didn't get the chance to throw out yet."
"Oh don't do that," Treehugger said, her voice slightly disheartened as she turned to him. "Leave it with me and I can mix it into the compost pile I got brewing at home."
"Wow, you're making compost?" One hand still on the wheel, Ryvre raised a fist. "Right on, sister! You're like, giving mother nature a hand growing all of her gifts for us! I dig that!"
Treehugger quietly giggled into her hoof. "Well that's so awesome of you to say...uh..."
Realizing that he had yet to introduce himself, Ryvre decieded to rectify that.
"Oh, uh...my name's Ryvre...Ryvre Dreamstar. You?"
"Mine is Treehugger. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ryvre." After hooking her hoof under the goody bag's handle, Treehugger raised it and said, "Would you care for a sweet?"
Turning away from the road to look at her, Ryvre smiled and nodded. "Love some." After reaching his hand into the bag and pulling out a pudding cup, Ryder was shocked and disappointed by his new discovery.
"Aw man... No little plastic spoon?"
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I could definitely use some more Treehugger in my life.
3 hours in and already on Hiatus.
I feel like this would be too fun to write to just stop writing because I'm not being paid for it. But even so, if it's commissioned it's kind of a dick move that you wrote it and they didn't pay you for it.
I really like how Ryvre didn't turn into a pony when he came to equestria.
That's something I don't see very often.
You have my sympathy, asking for a comission and then not pay for it, that's just totally uncool, but for what it's Worth i still like this fic, Hippie love is just so sweet.
... it's not awful? Neat, I'm still alive.
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Sorry to hear that about the commission
Also, I thought this would become a discord and treehugger thing.
Oh well I still like it
Id be tempted to pay for this myself but honestly I could do without the whole human thing and just have then get banged by discord lol
Holy shit please write more.
goggles off (or he was googling his head?)
flew
Could'a stayed in the present and picked up any bloke off the street in Byron Bay, New South Wales, Australia. Guaranteed weed included!
Hands off the loin, I'm hungry!
is
"Hey Scoob, I don't think we're in Sullivan County any more, Huh huh!!"
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He should have had a pet dog with him.
I assume his name is pronounced 'River'?