Redwall Infirmary

[The Skarzs]

*Raises a paw to show a point*
Not exactly petty squabbles; if they were petty we would not need medical attention.

[BlueRose]

Don't sass me. The infirmary is not a place for squabbles, period.

[The Skarzs]

Sass. . . sass? Sassafras. Fras de sass. Le sass le bass. Bass? Bass. Fish. Food. Fud? Fun. Funny. Punny. Puns. Buns? Buns. Guns! FIRE!

[BlueRose]

I'll have your hide.

[The Skarzs]

Hide? Hide. Slide down the side. Don't abide, take a stride. Turning tide, making sand slide. Repeated words, all without swords! Great time taken for such a worthless beacon. Beacon? Bacon. Bacon? Fried! Greasy and boiling and dribbling and burning and smoking.

[BlueRose]

Pffffft. Stop it. You're ruining my image.

[The Skarzs]

Image in the mirror, cracked and distorted, creating lights all around, breaking the lines and blending the chaos. Reflections and facets and little silver pieces, all here before you.
Image in the mirror, cracked and distorted, creating lights all around.

[BlueRose]

Ok, that was insanely pretty. Stop being pretty!

[The Skarzs]

Pretty is a fickle word, making beauty out of nothing. Pretty flowers, all but wilted, pretty water, full of dust. Pretty this and pretty that, some are true, some are. . . false. All held in the eyes of the beholder.

[BlueRose]

What are you trying to pull?

[The Skarzs]

My mind is unsound, for it hit the ground.


Help me.

[BlueRose]

Ooh. Ok. Ask Sister Amarith about that. I don't do minds.

[Faiyloe]

.... I do... * a slow and evil gin spreads across my face till it touches my ears*

[The Skarzs]

Okay, that's just disturbing on so many levels.

[BlueRose]

*laughs* Alrighty then, Sister Faiy! I leave him in your capable paws.