Going To The Chapel...
Calm down, calm down. I'm not getting married.
Oh, hell no. I jumped on that grenade once already.
Never again.
No, it seems Pathfinder is going to make an honest woman... snake... snake-woman out of that Lamia.
It's just like my grandfather used to say: "If you have sex with some snake woman hybrid created in a lab by scientists, eventually, you're going to have to marry her."
I didn't think that saying made much sense, but damn if it doesn't fit the situation.
Today I was running a few errands through Rolanberry Fields when Pathfinder comes running up to me. He was huffing and puffing, and looked exhausted.
So, I took off running.
Unfortunately, I tripped over a Taru Red Mage and he managed to catch up with me.
Note to self: The Tarus must pay.
Anyway, Pathfinder managed to catch his breath (sadly) and I was forced to deal with him.
GoblinPathfinder>> Heya, Smitty.
GoblinPathfinder>> Didn't you see me wave?
GoblinSmithy>> Did you wave?
GoblinSmithy>> Must have missed it.
GoblinPathfinder>> I yelled your name.
GoblinSmithy>> Didn't hear you.
GoblinPathfinder>> But you gave me the finger.
GoblinSmithy>> ...
GoblinSmithy>> Yeah.
GoblinSmithy>> What the hell do you want?
GoblinPathfinder>> I'm getting married.
GoblinSmithy>> Oh. Okay then. How do you want to do this?
GoblinSmithy>> Do you want me to stab you?
GoblinSmithy>> Or do you just want to run onto the blade?
GoblinPathfinder>> No, no.
GoblinPathfinder>> I don't want to die.
GoblinSmithy>> Are you sure?
GoblinSmithy>> It's a lot faster.
GoblinSmithy>> And a lot less painful.
GoblinPathfinder>> It's not like that.
GoblinPathfinder>> I'm really looking forward to marriage.
GoblinSmithy>> So young, so naive.
GoblinPathfinder>> Don't talk like that.
GoblinPathfinder>> Marriage is a sacred union.
GoblinSmithy>> Marriage is why there's a waiting period to buy a gun.
GoblinPathfinder>> Quit kidding around.
GoblinPathfinder>> I chased you down to ask you something.
GoblinSmithy>> Oh Altana...
GoblinSmithy>> Here we go.
GoblinPathfinder>> I wanted you to be part of the wedding.
GoblinSmithy>> Listen... I'm flattered. Really.
GoblinSmithy>> But I can't be your best man.
GoblinPathfinder>> ... Uhh...
GoblinPathfinder>> That's not what I was asking.
GoblinPathfinder>> Mr. Beeington is my best man.
GoblinSmithy>> Oh...
GoblinSmithy>> I can't be a groomsman, either.
GoblinPathfinder>> ...
GoblinPathfinder>> This is getting awkward.
GoblinPathfinder>> That's not what I meant either.
GoblinSmithy>> Usher?
GoblinPathfinder>> Not quite.
GoblinSmithy>> ...
GoblinSmithy>> Priest?
GoblinPathfinder>> No.
GoblinSmithy>> Damn.
GoblinSmithy>> What's left?
GoblinPathfinder>> Well...
GoblinPathfinder>> We need someone to drop flowers in the aisle.
GoblinSmithy>> ...
GoblinSmithy>> ...
GoblinSmithy>> Flower girl?
GoblinSmithy>> FLOWER GIRL?!
GoblinPathfinder>> No, no, no.
GoblinPathfinder>> You could be a Flower Boy.
GoblinPathfinder>> Or man.
GoblinPathfinder>> That's cool, right?
GoblinPathfinder>> Right?
GoblinSmithy>> ...
GoblinPathfinder>> You're going to hurt me now, aren't you?
Well... at least he's learning.
I strangled him to death. He really left me no choice.
On the bright side, though, now they have their something blue.
Oh, hell no. I jumped on that grenade once already.
Never again.
No, it seems Pathfinder is going to make an honest woman... snake... snake-woman out of that Lamia.
It's just like my grandfather used to say: "If you have sex with some snake woman hybrid created in a lab by scientists, eventually, you're going to have to marry her."
I didn't think that saying made much sense, but damn if it doesn't fit the situation.
Today I was running a few errands through Rolanberry Fields when Pathfinder comes running up to me. He was huffing and puffing, and looked exhausted.
So, I took off running.
Unfortunately, I tripped over a Taru Red Mage and he managed to catch up with me.
Note to self: The Tarus must pay.
Anyway, Pathfinder managed to catch his breath (sadly) and I was forced to deal with him.
GoblinPathfinder>> Heya, Smitty.
GoblinPathfinder>> Didn't you see me wave?
GoblinSmithy>> Did you wave?
GoblinSmithy>> Must have missed it.
GoblinPathfinder>> I yelled your name.
GoblinSmithy>> Didn't hear you.
GoblinPathfinder>> But you gave me the finger.
GoblinSmithy>> ...
GoblinSmithy>> Yeah.
GoblinSmithy>> What the hell do you want?
GoblinPathfinder>> I'm getting married.
GoblinSmithy>> Oh. Okay then. How do you want to do this?
GoblinSmithy>> Do you want me to stab you?
GoblinSmithy>> Or do you just want to run onto the blade?
GoblinPathfinder>> No, no.
GoblinPathfinder>> I don't want to die.
GoblinSmithy>> Are you sure?
GoblinSmithy>> It's a lot faster.
GoblinSmithy>> And a lot less painful.
GoblinPathfinder>> It's not like that.
GoblinPathfinder>> I'm really looking forward to marriage.
GoblinSmithy>> So young, so naive.
GoblinPathfinder>> Don't talk like that.
GoblinPathfinder>> Marriage is a sacred union.
GoblinSmithy>> Marriage is why there's a waiting period to buy a gun.
GoblinPathfinder>> Quit kidding around.
GoblinPathfinder>> I chased you down to ask you something.
GoblinSmithy>> Oh Altana...
GoblinSmithy>> Here we go.
GoblinPathfinder>> I wanted you to be part of the wedding.
GoblinSmithy>> Listen... I'm flattered. Really.
GoblinSmithy>> But I can't be your best man.
GoblinPathfinder>> ... Uhh...
GoblinPathfinder>> That's not what I was asking.
GoblinPathfinder>> Mr. Beeington is my best man.
GoblinSmithy>> Oh...
GoblinSmithy>> I can't be a groomsman, either.
GoblinPathfinder>> ...
GoblinPathfinder>> This is getting awkward.
GoblinPathfinder>> That's not what I meant either.
GoblinSmithy>> Usher?
GoblinPathfinder>> Not quite.
GoblinSmithy>> ...
GoblinSmithy>> Priest?
GoblinPathfinder>> No.
GoblinSmithy>> Damn.
GoblinSmithy>> What's left?
GoblinPathfinder>> Well...
GoblinPathfinder>> We need someone to drop flowers in the aisle.
GoblinSmithy>> ...
GoblinSmithy>> ...
GoblinSmithy>> Flower girl?
GoblinSmithy>> FLOWER GIRL?!
GoblinPathfinder>> No, no, no.
GoblinPathfinder>> You could be a Flower Boy.
GoblinPathfinder>> Or man.
GoblinPathfinder>> That's cool, right?
GoblinPathfinder>> Right?
GoblinSmithy>> ...
GoblinPathfinder>> You're going to hurt me now, aren't you?
Well... at least he's learning.
I strangled him to death. He really left me no choice.
On the bright side, though, now they have their something blue.
posted by Goblin Smithy at 1:07 AM
8 Comments:
first post!
sorry had to do that /emoslashwrist
good post smithy
khew @.@
lol, next thing we know we see smithy trying to train a chocobo the art of stabbing :X
You really ought to mess his mind up even further, implying that most lamias appear female, but really aren't. You know, like mithras...
LMAO! That was hilarious!
did i see a glimmer of the beginnings of sentient thought from pathfinder there at the end?
GoblinPathfinder>> That's cool, right?
GoblinPathfinder>> Right?
GoblinSmithy>> ...
GoblinPathfinder>> You're going to hurt me now, aren't you?
He definitely is learning...
GoblinPathfinder>> Marriage is a sacred union.
GoblinSmithy>> Marriage is why there's a waiting period to buy a gun.
Oh how true that is! >_> Not that I'd consider it....<_<
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