eyeball mito

-keeps strangely quiet-
just now, somebody was pressing my eyeball upwards. it went up up up and then i went up up up and i fell ill and i sang a stupid song to the heavens and i didn't
say that!

-loses armpits into book-
-prods brain-
-attempts to remove chin from jaw-

HEY LISTEN TO THIS!
this part from the book.
oneday the boogieman are going ta come out of their closets and start parading down the high street! they'll be marching for equal rights, and your head on a platter as their worst oppresser...
-falls over shouting loudly-
is that meantobe funnee says uh uh uh misting something and john says if you're lucky and a pack of cigarettes boogied towards the man who was speaking just now.
DO WAN! YOU COR-PEE THIS PART!
is this supposed tobe an entry? ah, nevermind. the john person asked the other cigarette who spoke just down --
MISER LAH! IS NOT MISTER! DING DEE DING! you turned my brain off for nothing.

save the typist!

-stuffs fingers into nostrils and attempts friction-
-peels off plaster stupidly-
my plaster is plump like a chicken. -scrubs wound- it not ah wound! it is justeh seempil cart.

what thing?

-coughs violently- -clears small throat- cough! -pokes cheek- i am going to make a bird sound. maybe i am going to make a very small sound. or very big! under my tongue stick the instrument.
-pats typist's knee-
i'm going to stark the instrument, i said. stut! not stark. stut! start! ess-tee-aye-yoo-are-tee! -smiles stupidly-

okay. i'm going to start the instrument anyway.
-whistles violently- cover your ears! i didn't know it'd be a big sound. -raises instrument- -whistles stupidly- oh no now me forget. the mouthpiece is very dirty and i will begin to play an innocent game of ball.

-plays innocent game of ball- eeh! i cannot catch it! spinbaaaaall! uh-huh. whenever i hit the ceiling, it hits too fast - ah - it nearly hit my mouth. i think i shall take a small break. and play football.

(typist: =_=")

i'd better practise my violent kick. -kicks ball violently- grunts violently! mm-mm! eggs. my ball is here. -hits the typist's chair-
the typist scowls.
oh sorry sorry... -hits typist's chair again-

je suis en colere. grrrrrrr. (sth wrong with the grammar but whocares.)

owowowow my leg has been hit into two pieces ow...

blueball

where is it? where's my blue ball? oh it's under the table. yay. arks. no. now it's rolled under the table.
-flings at ceiling-
-hits ceiling light-

fling!
-hits computer-
oops. i think i'd better throw properly next time.

we're as rich as the sun! infest! inniop ets. this is going to be a very unlucky day. i didn't get anything at coltzan's shrine. fruit machine. dung and blung that stupid thing.

i said, dung and blast! that stupid shrine. will only say do anything to be if you grin reasonably.

yoo?

yoo? inking to create a new one?
-breathes happily-
noooooo! that's not what i said! start again! start again!

ok.
-stares stupidly at toes-
-fiddles stupidly with toes-
-shuffles around room stupidly-

aah! i need to buy a fish before i start anything. bleah lah.
no! i said. i need to prepaaaaaaaare a speech. spich! before i say anything.

-shows off stupid hippo keychain-
i don't know how to play this game. it's rather daft.
i'm not showing off!
i know how to play this game!
you want to play with me?
just simply press this lever and the green hippo will try its best to bite the small balls...
anyhow press anyhow press!
-fiddles-
then i don't care if the hippos cry or the balls break...
eeks.
-sniggers wildly-
eeeeee-yerh. aiya, go back to sewing. end, i don't want to say any more. bye bye. kolia masu da lah bah blug pffftft...
-blob of saliva appears on typist's hand-
it is the ancient mito language of Nevermine. no, it's not nevermine! it's the same meaning as au revoir. cancel the in! cancel the in, i say! if you don't know french, too bad. -sticks small tongue out-

(humph, says the typist. tu es tres uppity. tu es un pest. haha. et je n'aime pas ton langue. c'est stupide.)

-wanders off, muttering and humming-

you need to listen! i'm startin to twip, ahm loosin my greep and... I AM NOT STUPID!

x out

-sniffs stupidly-

i'm not stupid, don't call me stupid! cancel out the stupid!!

you may think i'm mad but i'm not, because...shunish is talking for me. someone else! i mean, someone is typingfor me. tai-ping for me. :)

bring your blouse over.

-throws cloak stupidly over shoulders-

-sniggers-

i don't want alreadee...x out the window...

Coughing

-paces stupidly around room-

Is changing now. Don't disturb. Wait for, ah, eh, a few minutes.

-rubs hair stupidly-

Now I'm ready.

-sniffs stupidly-

I'm not ready. I'm still drying, after all. I have Three Tunics.

Don't pat my tunic!

I only have skinon and a piece of towel, you know that?

(actually, no, i don't.)

Arrrgh. Cough. I'm ill. Coughing. That's it for today, then.

stupido stupido

-sticks note on forehead-

-stares mutely at screen-

Ahrm. Doing composition now. Hate composition. Don't disturb.

Hello! Greetingself here, may I take your message to me? Oh.

Miz Charn has many kotes. And is very...

essential in a way...

that is not very essential. Hehe. But is easy to remember. And is very fun to hear.

about greetings-elves

First thing to know about an elf is that they do not like to be insulted or teased. If you annoy them, they may chant their rhymes and very strange things will happen to you. Each elf has a unique rhyme and the elf must keep it to itself. If you let out your rhyme other creatures around you may use the rhyme to suck power out of you and gouge out your eyeballs and -

-paces energetically around the room-

- do horrible things to you. Shiver.