The Official Wedding of Bookias

[lass of something much]

"Spread chaos of course!"
*Smiles slyly as several thunking noises come from his back*

Oh goodness...I think it has Infant Lass....

[Captain Wortshire]

S̶o̴r̴r̴y̷,̷ ̴I̵ ̷t̶h̶i̴n̵k̶ ̸I̴ ̷t̴o̵s̶s̸e̶d̴ ̶h̸i̷m̸ ̵o̵f̶f̵ ̷i̴n̵t̵o̸ ̵s̵p̶a̶c̶e̴ ̴o̴r̷ ̴s̶o̴m̷e̷t̶h̸i̸n̶g̷.̶.̴.̶
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̶.̸.̶.̶B̸u̶t̶ ̸h̸e̴y̶!̵ ̴W̵e̷ ̸g̶o̶t̸ ̴t̵h̶e̷ ̵b̷o̸x̴!̷

Ļ̵̣̒e̵̗͋̊t̴̺̓̎͜'̶̫̩̱͑s̶̨̨͈̿ ̸͉̀g̶͙̜̍̌̍ợ̶̧̯ ̸͋̐ͅb̸̺̥̀͜͝e̴͈͂͘f̶̨͈͂͜o̵̲͠r̶͍̤̹͐̓͠e̸͍̹̺̋͆ ̴̟̤̓͠͝w̴̛͓̙̉̒e̴͖̙̚ ̸̤̞͖̈̕l̸͚͇͋͜ǒ̵͙͓̰̔̊s̸̠̐e̷̛̯͛̄ ̴̦̍̈́͝s̸̪̥̅̆͑ǫ̸̪̕ḿ̸̮ȅ̷̬͇̲͊̈́t̷̘̃h̸̛͇͒i̵̳̻̎ͅn̵̟̈́̓̚ͅg̸̙̰̃̈́ ̸̦̮͌e̵̯̤̪̔̾l̴̳̕͝s̸͖̉̅͊ͅẻ̵̡͚.̵̀͝ͅ.̴̖̗̩͆̽̚.̴̱̅͒

[lass of something much]

I think that broke my soul....

[Captain Wortshire]

I̵̗͗͘Ẅ̵̪́͂͛ĕ̷̡l̶̢̪͖͐̓l̶̰͛ ̶̪̱́̍t̴͔͕͑̀̀ö̸̜̣̥́̍͝ö̴̯̪̺́͊.̷̳̤̄͊͘.̶̝̂̉.̵̧̀

N̸e̵c̶r̴o̷,̸ ̷I̶'̵m̷ ̸u̵s̸u̴a̸l̸l̶y̶ ̴t̴h̶e̴ ̴n̸i̵c̷e̴ ̸g̵u̶y̷,̶ ̸b̶u̸t̸ ̵I̴'̴m̷ ̸j̵u̶s̵t̷ ̵g̸o̷i̴n̵g̵ ̸t̵o̴ ̴s̶a̷y̸ ̴t̴h̵i̵s̵ ̵o̸n̶c̴e̴.̵.̶.̸
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̶S̴h̷u̴t̴u̸p̴.̴

[lass of something much]

*Mild confusion *

[Captain Wortshire]

I̵̗͗͘Ǵ̴̡̙̪ȍ̸̧͈͕͓̈́͂ơ̸̼d̷̲̊̌͒̓̋b̵̡̲̫̍ͅỹ̶͙̜̞͐̇͘ę̸̛̦͚̿͗.̴͇͔̫͚̄̕.̸̨̡͓̺̤̋̂.̷͎̙̗͆͛̇͘

*Necro and Al fly back to the Fortress*

[lass of something much]

* Infant Lass shrugs and carries on playing in the mud muddle

[Sebias of Redwall]

*Seborg flies into topic, slamming into the ground as he lands, dust rising. He stands up.* Well hello. Sorry, but I need something from here. Everyone please get out. There is no need for pain.

[shisteer of nothing much]

Though, if you want to stay, it can give us opportunity to alter you.

[Sebias of Redwall]

Correct, my Daughter. Most correct. Please, keep this flesh bags contained. *Seborg begins to walk into a different page of the thread, saying in a sing-song tone:* Where is it... Where is it...

[Captain Wortshire]

Well, well, we meet again...

[shisteer of nothing much]

*tilts head to the side* Will do, father. *flies forward and scoops the small Lassie up* Do you want to become a cyborg?

[Sebias of Redwall]

*Seborg grunts, ignoring his foe's dramatic entrance* Most impressive.

*tilts head to the side* Will do, father. *flies forward and scoops the small Lassie up* Do you want to become a cyborg?

Yes. Well done. *Gestures to Wort* Teerborg, could you take care of this imbecile for me. Try not to hurt him. If he proves to much to keep safely contained, you have my permission to kill him.

[shisteer of nothing much]

Sure thing. *tucks Lass into a comfortable pouch and concentrates on Wortshire*

[lass of something much]

*tilts head to the side* Will do, father. *flies forward and scoops the small Lassie up* Do you want to become a cyborg?

Naw, I want big sword!