My talks with the principal weren’t anything like this.
Then you got gypped. My talks with the principal were a veritable cornucopia of surrealism. And pancakes.
Pancakes?
Somehow I feel ripped off.
Not that Ellie could have had any idea…
*10000 fairy subjects converge on the town upon hearing the words ‘new fairy king’. ‘Newton’s Apple’ becomes famous (again) afterwards.
And that apple was the fairy king. You stabbed the fairy king to death. Good job dork.
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Then you got gypped. My talks with the principal were a veritable cornucopia of surrealism. And pancakes.
Pancakes?
Somehow I feel ripped off.
Not that Ellie could have had any idea…
*10000 fairy subjects converge on the town upon hearing the words ‘new fairy king’. ‘Newton’s Apple’ becomes famous (again) afterwards.
And that apple was the fairy king. You stabbed the fairy king to death. Good job dork.