Board Thread:Private Roleplaying/@comment-26062370-20160125011856/@comment-26062370-20160125024329

"Oh! I'm sorry.." Shakespeare blushed, rubbing his arm.

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"I WILL NOT, EMILY! WE MUST ALL BOW TO SQUISHY! WE MUST SING HIS PRAISES! I KNOW I DECORATED THE POPE'S ROOM, BUT SQUISHY IS THE LIGHT! STRAIGHT AND SQUISHY IS THE GATE!" Cried the Arts Director, wallowing on the floor. By now, a small crowd of mooks had gathered.