I can supply you with all the official and accredited documentation for proof of identity, resources, and training you could ever need or want in order to prove I'm not playing catfish. Unfortunately, I'm neither an athlete nor a politician so I don't appear in person as expected from paper. I didn't isolate parts of my personality, and I have an incredibly high tolerance for inappropriate behavior. If you must know, I'm the son of a social worker and a rogue. As such, I was conditioned to understate my abilities and allow financing to affect performance.

I've had to learn to articulate my motives, what I believe, and how I would generally behave on instinct... Not because I lack the faculties of mindfulness, charm, intelligence, wisdom, or logic; but because I'm used to people misrepresenting or misreading me, my motives, and my interests. I was a scout and I have training in journalism, I know the importance of traveling light and always being prepared. I also know the importance of being 'paid' to remember. However, I believe things that should be general knowledge can be freely offered and discussed...
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You have very sparse backgrounds. in fact, comparatively speaking someone complaining about my comic's lack of backgrounds wouldn't notice yours either. I still have the black and white and pencil versions so you can see I didn't add anything except color.
How the trick was done...
leave my akashic records alone Inky. You don't see me looking mocking your relationship with Mrs. Pac-man.
You asked 'what will she do?' This bit of gibberish was the first thing that came to mind...

Although, now that I think of it, the showdown with the Rancor thing was accompanied by 'Sometimes I feel I've got to__*__* run away.'

Marilyn Manson for the win I guess.
I look forward to seekers level entertainment with scourge levels of fun. Then, at the very least, I expect some triplets looking to cause trouble and a kittypet outsider weaseling their way into the group for extra hugs and cream.
I've been giving him lessons.
And, when someone asks you how to spell your name you say S-E-X-Y.

But that spells-

Shush, it works every time.
I do declare
Suh, the opportunity for a jelly joke was also missed.
narfle heth glartharp?
I like you

Go away!

Admitedly, as a fart joke it would be nasty. But, as a way of explaining a fart it's like that one scene in nothing to loose where the man whose shoes were on fire walks into a gas station and the attendant made a comment about how fast he must have been running.
Lets hope she figures out how to fly without jet propulsion... while that would be a funny joke, and dare I suggest intelligently set up farce of scatological humor along the lines of Get Smart. That sort of post hoc ergo propter hoc thinking on her part could get only a few miles at best before she lost audience sympathy for her ignorance or naiveté. Still, it would be amusing at least once. Especially, if it was a rabbit poot or if it tore a hole in her trousers.
Does the letter m mean anything to you?


Yes, I can tell it does.

((you know he can technically use this as an hypnosis induction method as well.
I assumed it was shock from realizing he'd been caught on camera giving her special treatment.
You know, if you want to be particularly cruel you could have the double standard police come around and try to prove her Dah is delusional/demented in order to incarcerate him. I'm sure someone like him hasn't been asked to recite the alphabet in 20 years. If it's the first time he's asked, and he's asked to do it backwards he'll probably stumble on w, or m, or h, or f. If they do serial sevens he might not state his age aloud, and if they try to trip him up on analytic procedure it's easy enough to do on something with a shortcut where no particular order literally matters such as basic id, swot, or lobe fog. Bonus points if you expect the recitation of the ten commandments or maybe even the laws of motion or physics in chronological order and he can only think of seven or eight off the top of his head, even Jesus only belted off six commandments in one go (and not in numerical order). Plus, as a scientist, since pint is really only used with blood work, alcohol, or gastronomy; it could be argued of him not immediately knowing that a pint is two cups (because he literally uses the word 'two cups' instead of pint) evidence is now presented that he doesn't know scientific notation.
Yes, ultimately, the dreaming tree turned out to be a big disappointment. Turns out it's the other Keebler place. You know, the one where the elves keep all the Akashic Records for their Neiman Marcus cookie recipes. Apparently, the pot of gold is a recipe book written by Otis Spunkmeyer.
I didn't know she was dressed as Spider-girl!
Smashing like pumpkins, are we?
LOL HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! This is almost as ridiculous as Love Tyrant.
That'll be good to SEE. I look forward to reading it. My excitement is indescribable.
I see, so its 4000 slaves worth of power?
That's not a very effective use of slaves.
I wasn't aware +anima existed IRL