Corn's Mansion, run by me, her loyal Butler. (Previously Nerek's)

[Luftwaffles]

*Corn's portrait is also unbreakable* You trying to get me fired, punk?

I'm surprised you were hired at all. You are terrible at this.

[shisteer of nothing much]

*Corn's portrait is also unbreakable* You trying to get me fired, punk?

I'm surprised you were hired at all. You are terrible at this.

*narrows eyes* You realise this means war?

[Luftwaffles]

*Corn's portrait is also unbreakable* You trying to get me fired, punk?

I'm surprised you were hired at all. You are terrible at this.

*narrows eyes* You realise this means war?

Of course.

Bring it on, runt!

[shisteer of nothing much]

You do realise, here and now, I am no runt? This is the Cellars, my friend, not Discord. You have no idea what I'm capable of.

[Luftwaffles]

You do realise, here and now, I am no runt? This is the Cellars, my friend, not Discord. You have no idea what I'm capable of.

Likewise.

Tread very carefully, my dear.

[shisteer of nothing much]

A light breeze begins, and grows rapidly until *whoosh*, then scene changes to a large tennis court. The sun is blotted out as, before your eyes, the innocent, peaceful looking butler in front of you spreads her wings, seemingly growing larger until the world becomes dark as night. With a deafening roar and a burst of flame, the taniwha serves the ball, hard and fast.

[Luftwaffles]

A light breeze begins, and grows rapidly until *whoosh*, then scene changes to a large tennis court. The sun is blotted out as, before your eyes, the innocent, peaceful looking butler in front of you spreads her wings, seemingly growing larger until the world becomes dark as night. With a deafening roar and a burst of flame, the taniwha serves the ball, hard and fast.

Defiant (and clearly annoyed by this uprising of the servants), Waffles takes a step back, then swings the racket with all his might, like that Prince of Gracian that made up the shortness of his sword with the sharpness of his wit, and hits the discount lizard straight in the snout.

[shisteer of nothing much]

*shakes head in surprise as the ball bounces away, ignored as the impudent speck of an opponent bumps nose instead of playing the game*
...
*sneezes*

[Luftwaffles]

*shakes head in surprise as the ball bounces away, ignored as the impudent speck of an opponent bumps nose instead of playing the game*
...
*sneezes*

Waffles picks the ball back up and does a backhanded serve as the cheap Halloween thingy reacts.

[shisteer of nothing much]

Ah, I see. 'Twas merely a ruse. How cunning.
*hits the ball back*

[Luftwaffles]

*Does his best Roger Federer impression, then trips on his own feet*.

[shisteer of nothing much]

It was a worthy attempt. *thanks the penguin that brings the ball back, then gives a light toss and hits it hard over the net*
See if you can do better, my friend. If you get this point, you'll still lose but it won't be utter humiliation.

[Luftwaffles]

Wait... since when do we have penguins? That's so cool.

Anyway... *gently hits the ball back, just a few inches out of your reach*. I think that's 15-0.

[shisteer of nothing much]

*hits the ball back with the spare racket held by tail*
Not sure how you're counting. So far the score is 2-0, but it's about to be 3-0.

[Luftwaffles]

*hits the ball back with the spare racket held by tail*
Not sure how you're counting. So far the score is 2-0, but it's about to be 3-0.

You are cheating!

... I like it.

*Grabs second racket from penguin*.