XD lol, Law is now talking like Illusion. XD This is funny to see. XD

I don't understand the jackrabbits are they extension of purple of hair which is 10,000 of lobs and friggets!?

What's a frigget?

Friggets are quite what jackrabbits do,
What? Jackrabbits need jobs, too!
Lob the Purple,
Extend the hair,
So we enter the Illusion fair.

What a joyous rhyme!
Can I too attend the fair?
We could have grand time,
we could even run to Mr. Tweetums lair.
Or even commit a crime
Because I can't stop rhyming, I declare
that we all stop now during the meantime
Or else we will be in up-most despair!

Oh such despair,
It comes so near!
With every couple-it,
With every rhyth-mit!
I fear, this fair,
A twisted lair,
Oh, when will the rhyming stop!

Oh, so the rhyme is over. Frabjous day! Mooo! Gallifrey! Now,we may sup on the pink solid sugar-goop that devours out chomping calcified tools.

*is extremely confused as to what is going on and hides behind Law's skirt* You two are talking politics… i think

Why, never! My dear, I am insulted at the insinuation that we would talk of polite correctness. Words most fowl indeed we speak!

*A small, dragon-Law, hides with Tiva and rubs against her like a kitty or a puppy, trying to reassure her that it is likely nonsense that is being spoken.*

*hugs and cuddles the Law Dragon and curls up* Uh huh, i believe that the high caliber of words in your conversation are designed to confuse people who have just gotten out of bed.

CONFUSED! I am. Lack of understand who lack the understand of me. We have a wall of lacking, standing, and minding of one else but not me or someone who talks and lacks the mind to speak thee.

Does your mind not compute to our speaking of us to you?

Oh, hear the hark of ken, stag Illusion! For the restfulness the one who stands not under has not received their restorative period of scious-con.

Hop from that stand of over also, and cede the produce to grace the one who stands not under!

*looks at the dragon and sighs shaking her head before going to go find the translator* I swear you two, I haven't gotten enough sleep to deal with this… I could sleep longer than Rip Van Winkle and still not have slept long enough to understand the jabberings of you jaberwolkies.

*The dragon nods apologetically*

Oh, hast thou spotted the walker of jibber? The walker of Jabber was gifted somewhat back the disease of head-miss.

My jabber of jibbering to you is but of up most respect to thee. But when I jab I jiggle my puffles of howdy doo. Thou must respect the extensions of puply doo, because joy of fun we are together as amigo's of strange circumstances of life. Let us fill the energy into yourself so we can all translate and speak of the tongue of understanding merriment!

Produce? Pumpkins? Pie?

Yeah WItchy, I am confused too.

I think the produce thing may have been alluding to a soapbox, but I could be wrong. Reminds me of reading Ralph Waldo Emerson when I was in High School. :P

There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till. The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried. Not for nothing one face, one character, one fact makes much impression on him, and another none. It is not without preestablished harmony, this sculpture in the memory. The eye was placed where one ray should fall, that it might testify of that particular ray. Bravely let him speak the utmost syllable of his confession. We but half express ourselves, and are ashamed of that divine idea which each of us represents. It may be safely trusted as proportionate and of good issues, so it be faithfully imparted, but God will not have his work made manifest by cowards. It needs a divine man to exhibit any thing divine. A man is relieved and gay when he has put his heart into his work and done his best; but what he has said or done otherwise, shall give him no peace. It is a deliverance which does not deliver. In the attempt his genius deserts him; no muse befriends; no invention, no hope.

I made white chocolate Oreo truffles last night, though, so I am happy. One can therefore bake thine own happiness with but a simple cookie, enough cheesy cream, and the chocolate of white to hold it together. Or some such nonsense! :)

The contagion of the inner shadow of me is spreading poxes of illusion O's! THEIR ILLUSION-ICIOUS!

It's ever spread to Google today...

https://www.google.com/logos/doodles...55136.2-hp.jpg

In case the picture stops working, the left side says:
to under-
stand is
to stand
under which
is to
look up to
which is a
good way
to understand

In regards to rabbit I believe they were referencing the rabbit hole with the lair, then they were just talking in a confusing manner if there was a reason as to why you couldn't understand them, teasing you since they never mentioned anything about you just waking up. Then they just go into Illusion's purple hair and how awesome it is, and then talks about how yummy oreos are. :3 *noms more on Illusion's hair*

QUICKLY FRIENDS! Jump into my hair so you may live out your days protected by it's silky conditioned of the shampooy goodness!

Sorry, I'd rather nom o it because it tastes yummy. XD

FRIEND! You are destroying the Garden of Eden that lies dormant in my hair! STOP YOU MUST!

But its so yummy! D:

*The stone a mambling mousyer bounced into* Oww...

...Hmm...

*Takes a snip of Illusion's Eden-hair, and runs to the Lab*

QHEFWRGJWFEIFWHEKHFEW
JEFWIFNJKFENW
EDEN WOOOOORLDLDD.. RNWIOEHNIOGRE
FEWJIOJFGRVIENHGVIROENHIORENIORNENAJOIERA
NEFRWAINGIORNEPIGNRIRENAIGERPJNOFWANG[ERO

ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. PNBFDJRAEJBKERLDAPO'JGOPAERKOPGJEO'APJ'POFJEWAR309 JJFWIEAJNIJREFSVD
{CODE=BLUE{TRUE=FALSE]}THEBIRD=WORD^OF22%}
{ODWQJEFINIVDNIGFNIUJGF=FNBSBFDSI{GRGFF}DFSGGDFFGG MJMJ}

MNJGRIESXJI;IFJNEQI;JNREAGJNTRSJY5498HTERSHI

THNEDRSINBH9ES04R HAIR GONE GERINDOSNTOSNRTOISB
FWOIEHRIGHBTRSO[JDFOBJROTSJFGHOPBJRTSOPKJGB]

*Returns and resolder's the hair snippet to Illusion.*

*Tosses a hair-like package to ml1201*

Ahh...sweet insanity...

Papa ooh maowmaow, papa ooh mamamaow...
Surf's up?

Why is Illusion spouting coding none sense? Is he really a robot? *noms on hair package*

Of course he's not a robot, that would imply that Illusion was a thing that existed. He most certainly is not existing, so why, nay, HOW would he be such a thing?

Then that means his garden of Eden doesn't exist either since its in his hair and his hair is a part of him...*noms more on the packet of hair*

Indeed, it is only a construct meant to mislead you from the truth of what Illusion really could potentially be.

Oh God, Lucid Illusion is real… at least in my head he is!

Hmm...does one have proof that Illusion is real, or is it a belief? Is Illusion a tea cup? xD

That would be awesome if he was a tea cup. OWO

*Head is still a little fuzzled*
What... Huh.... URRGH... VOID....

BFSMGKNGKORE
SAVE US OBI-WAN KANOBI YOU'RE OUR ONLY HOPE.
SAVE US LSDHBF[ISJ YUWEF 0UR ONLY HOPPPE.
KEFWDFVK
KREL

*Fades away*

Um...does anyone know how to bring him back?

That assumes Illusion was here in the first place.

Hmm...perhaps a seance to call the Illusion back?

Also, can someone tell me why several evil villains refer to people as "birdie"?

I honestly have no clue, I've never actually heard a villain use that before to be honest. o.O

I suppose it's a Britishism, especially in reference to females I'm sure.