My brain is... Coming... Tuuuurkey!

*noms on Illusion's hair* :3

*Has Illusion's brain with gravy* Huh, imagine that - it's an illusion.

I need to find the beans of Fava and Tea of Chi, now...

MY EXTENSIONS! MY FABULOUS HAIR EXTENSIONS! STOP THE NOMMING!

Shall I get those drugs to stimulate growth? I believe they are called...taxes.

But purple hair is yummy! D: *continues nomming*

But I thought to stimulate ones growth was to hire a lobbyist.

I do not know this ist of lobby, though I get this strange emotion comparable to when I am surrounded by 10,000 jibbering, jabbering jackrabbits.

Perhaps you would require said jackrabbits, if you wish to keep your extensions of purple and brain?

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.*