| Haha | Well | I do Appreciate Your Expression of Good Faith | =:P |
| Let's See | there's the Tale of Quadrant Blurring | which is a Distressing Phenomena in Itself | But | Especially So | When You think a Date is Going Particularly Well | and Then | You Realise Your Pale Paramour is not | in All Actuality | Trying to Pap You | but Instead has Attempted an Open-Handed Slap | Rather Poorly | That was Unfortunate | Who even |- Does -| That | ? | =:I |
| And | Of Course | The Great Pile Mishap of Two Sweeps Prior | where Someone Thought that an Abandoned Ruin was a Marvelous Place to Discuss Our Feelings | but in Their Grand-Standing Explanation | managed to Mis-Step and Fall Directly Through a Hole in the Floor | After |
| | oh | Wait | You Requested a Story | ! | The Skitterbeast One | Heavens | My Apologies | I do get Distracted Sometimes |
| And Not to Worry about Encouraging | It can't be a Secret if Multiple Trolls Know It | After all | That's when It Becomes Common Knowledge instead | =:B |
| When We were Seven | Approximately | Sipara Decided that We Direly Needed to go on an Exciting |- Exotic -| Locale Together | So We Chose a Lake | and Took my Cart | and Set Off To It | with a Tent | and Camping Supplies | and Plans to Make It a Proper Adventure |
| So We Set Up Our Tent | And I Looked at the Lake | And I Said |
| Ah | Sipa | Dear | Shouldn't We move a Little Farther Away | ? | It's Rather Dangerous to Sleep This Close to the Shore |
| And She Said | No | ! | Why Would It ever be Dangerous | ? | You Worry Too Much | =:B |
| So | I Acceded | Given Her Hue | and Her Tenacity in Assuring Me that There was certainly No Danger to be Found | and that | even if There Were | She was Entirely Capable of Striking It Down Through Sheer Force of Will | And The Tent Stayed Right There on the Shore |
| We Set up a Pile Inside of It | and We Set Off Exploring | and We didn't Come Back until the Sun was Up | at Which Point | The Tent was Mercifully Cool | and a Welcome Reprieve | Not only To Us | As It Turned Out | because not only was the Tent Cool |
| But It was Also Rather Damp | ! | Courtesy of the Nearby Lake | In Short | It had Turned into the Perfect Environment for Bugs |
| So When We Sat Down on the Pile | Out Poured a Dozen Centispiders | Followed by What must Have Been the World's Largest Thousand Legged Shelled Skitterbeast | Literally Spitting with Aggravation | over the Fact We had Accosted It so Cruelly | in Its Newfound Home |
| as It Turns Out | She was Unable to Defeat It | through Force of Will or Otherwise | =:P |
| so We Spent the Day Sheltering under a Tree Instead | while It Vigilantly Guarded the Entrance | and Ate Its Way Steadily through Our Supplies of Snacks | at Which Point | It Grew Tired and Retreated Back to the Chill of the Lake |
|- I -| thought It was Humorous | And There is a Certain Appeal | in the Rustic Charm | of Having a Feelings Jam in a Situation born of Such Absurdity | =:B |
[ SO LONG soz ]
| Let's See | there's the Tale of Quadrant Blurring | which is a Distressing Phenomena in Itself | But | Especially So | When You think a Date is Going Particularly Well | and Then | You Realise Your Pale Paramour is not | in All Actuality | Trying to Pap You | but Instead has Attempted an Open-Handed Slap | Rather Poorly | That was Unfortunate | Who even |- Does -| That | ? | =:I |
| And | Of Course | The Great Pile Mishap of Two Sweeps Prior | where Someone Thought that an Abandoned Ruin was a Marvelous Place to Discuss Our Feelings | but in Their Grand-Standing Explanation | managed to Mis-Step and Fall Directly Through a Hole in the Floor | After |
| | oh | Wait | You Requested a Story | ! | The Skitterbeast One | Heavens | My Apologies | I do get Distracted Sometimes |
| And Not to Worry about Encouraging | It can't be a Secret if Multiple Trolls Know It | After all | That's when It Becomes Common Knowledge instead | =:B |
| When We were Seven | Approximately | Sipara Decided that We Direly Needed to go on an Exciting |- Exotic -| Locale Together | So We Chose a Lake | and Took my Cart | and Set Off To It | with a Tent | and Camping Supplies | and Plans to Make It a Proper Adventure |
| So We Set Up Our Tent | And I Looked at the Lake | And I Said |
| Ah | Sipa | Dear | Shouldn't We move a Little Farther Away | ? | It's Rather Dangerous to Sleep This Close to the Shore |
| And She Said | No | ! | Why Would It ever be Dangerous | ? | You Worry Too Much | =:B |
| So | I Acceded | Given Her Hue | and Her Tenacity in Assuring Me that There was certainly No Danger to be Found | and that | even if There Were | She was Entirely Capable of Striking It Down Through Sheer Force of Will | And The Tent Stayed Right There on the Shore |
| We Set up a Pile Inside of It | and We Set Off Exploring | and We didn't Come Back until the Sun was Up | at Which Point | The Tent was Mercifully Cool | and a Welcome Reprieve | Not only To Us | As It Turned Out | because not only was the Tent Cool |
| But It was Also Rather Damp | ! | Courtesy of the Nearby Lake | In Short | It had Turned into the Perfect Environment for Bugs |
| So When We Sat Down on the Pile | Out Poured a Dozen Centispiders | Followed by What must Have Been the World's Largest Thousand Legged Shelled Skitterbeast | Literally Spitting with Aggravation | over the Fact We had Accosted It so Cruelly | in Its Newfound Home |
| as It Turns Out | She was Unable to Defeat It | through Force of Will or Otherwise | =:P |
| so We Spent the Day Sheltering under a Tree Instead | while It Vigilantly Guarded the Entrance | and Ate Its Way Steadily through Our Supplies of Snacks | at Which Point | It Grew Tired and Retreated Back to the Chill of the Lake |
|- I -| thought It was Humorous | And There is a Certain Appeal | in the Rustic Charm | of Having a Feelings Jam in a Situation born of Such Absurdity | =:B |