Lost Creek Hollow too bad, you're not invited, i'm in charge - byeeee

you should know that if you have to explain your clever nickname, you've already failed at delivering a good zinger. that was alright; aengus couldn't really expect his sister to have many working brain cells after the bomb he had delivered with his ass. she hadn't had very many to begin with. the fumes were likely to have eradicated whatever remained.

all that mattered was that the raging bull that was aengus frostfur had met his mark. the creamy body of his lumpy sister seemed to float majestically for about .2 seconds before she tumbled over his back side and landed soundly on her face. stick that in the bank, lumpy. the small bull of a boy could not help but to snort with glee at what he'd accomplished. an expression of sheer devilish delight had spread across his features at the sight of her.

that was until the emotions that had built up inside of her made their way to the stage. aengus squinted as her features seemed to twist to take the shape of some macabre batman villain. he leaned back as her face puffed up and spewed in a wild shriek. his ears flattened to his skull and he shook his head. sionnach had pulled the stop. she was going super saiyan. it was like she had just lost wilson while floating away on her raft in the middle of the ocean.

“shhh,” aengus tried to hush her by stepping forward and cramming his foot into her mouth. that would do the trick, right?