Anonymous asked: Hey you! With the face! You wanna buy this cow? Good price, hardly used, last owned by a kindly old granny who only milked it once a week for her cornflakes, guaranteed 100% not a bull with a fake udder. Whaddaya say?
I got a gift!
It was commissioned from a friend to cheer me up, and was drawn by my dude Sprite37!!!! <3 ; u;
D’aww. Glad you like it Mali :3
Wasn’t sure if she was a goo girl is type character, but I’m glad you like her :3
I happen to not be a ‘goo girl’, sir, but I do appreciate ta’mighty fine rendition of me you’ve depicted. <3
I apologize for my horrendous absences, really. Unfortunately, being the only one able to conduct any form of business in this place makes me a bit of a busy bee. While I’m taking care of things that obviously take a woman’s touch, please be patient; I’ll answer your questions very soon.
And if you happen to see a Mr. McComas, tell him that his assistance is needed by a Mr. Williams. He would like to have a… word with him.
Yes, you’re quite right. Perhaps ya just have one o’ those faces. Though… are you sure you haven’t been to the speakeasy? Or been in the big house with lil’ ol’me? Oh look at me and all of these questions. No matter.
I’m sure we’ll meet within the hour, if you’re who I think you are.
Good GOLLY, do I hate having t’find musicians. Not only is it TEDIOUS, but it’s nigh impossible t’replace them! I can’t go breaking out every criminal that can play a clean note and what have ya! Oh, and Murdoc always gets on my case about telling him that a member is needed on such…er… short notice. Sometimes my temper just slips, you know. I mean, for example, we go on tonight and are short a guitarist
since the late little fucker made me angry this mornin’ due t’some minor disagreements, if ya catch m’drift. Mr. Williams did say something about finding someone like I instructed but he hasn’t brought him t’me yet so I guess I AM taking appli—
Wait just a moment, here. Pardon my asking, but…
And somethin’ tells me that if not, I’m about to.
Oh, I can already tell you’re going to be QUITE the jest, aren’t you? No, wise guy, I don’t eat different colors. In fact the very thought of that is utterly horrifying, and I can’t believe that the IDEA could even hatch in that frying pan of a brain o’yours. But, just to humor you, I suppose that if I had to answer your asinine question hypothetically,