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seiberwing) wrote2005-10-22 12:37 pm
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1) Poof! You can ride along inside someone's head for a day. Who do you choose and why?
President George W. Bush. No, I’m dead serious. I want to know exactly how much that guy knows and how much is true stupidity.
2) Pick something suitably nasty and inventive to do to
I’d like to get all the prep stereotypes from all the high school cartoons, tie them up by their hair, and beat them with sticks before turning them ugly. Energon Megatron should get himself gutted by Starscream’s sword (held by Starscream, of course), nibbled by Terrorcons, and then stuck on Unicron’s horn for a few days before being reprogrammed.
3) Where would you rather be right now?
Someplace warmer and less grey. I’d like to get a bunch of my friends together and just go randomly wandering about town, looking for toys and getting on the nerves of most of the people we meet.
4) Another *poof!* You're in England! It's not raining, surprisingly enough, and you have carte blanche to do or go whatever/wherever you want. What do you do and what do you see?
What, aside from seeing you? I’m not sure, really. I’d want to take my mom along because she used to write for travel magazines and knows all the fun places to go in different countries.
5) ...
What's your favourite thing to have on toast?
I’m very partial to jam. Raspberry was my favorite, but then I found some muscadine jam at the Lavender Fest, and that stuff’s pretty tasty.
And a tirza rima poem I did recently for class.
Mrymecoservitor
Dig the tunnels deep and long
Rest is of no consequence
Make our empire brave and strong
For the glory of the queen
Rest is of no consequence
Work your body into death
For the glory of the Queen
Your life is forfeit for the cause
Work your body into death
Fulfill your destiny decided at birth
Your life is forfeit for the cause
Your purpose, to serve her alone
Fulfill the destiny decided at birth
Rejoice in the honor of being her slave
Your purpose, to serve her alone
Your mother, your queen, your one true love