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Started July 09, 2018 by Deleted user

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"DO NOT SCORN WHAT YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND." Death said, entering the pub. Susan was sitting on a stool, talking to Quoth about how tired she was of putting up with stupid people.

(No in this loud shouting derpy voice. It's funny.)

(Oh, well I was going for a voice like lead slabs being dropped on concrete, like the cutting edge of a sword. Wow, I should be a poet lol.)

“I do understand. Dude. I was a mortal.”

"WELL, DO NOT SCORN THEN." Death said.

(Ikr.)

“You cannot tell me what I can and cannot do.” Will muttered bitterly.

(Sorry that's just who I am. That and the way you write is speech makes him sound derpy. Sorry….)

(Oh, no biggie. I have a habit of using different fonts or styles or such for character's speech. The capital letters are supposed to give off the effect that he is imposing and formidable on the outside but gentle and wise on the inside. Because philosophy.)

(Maybe use bold font instead?)

(Okay! From now on I give an executive order to myself that Death's voice is in bold font.)

(Ikr.)

“You cannot tell me what I can and cannot do.” Will muttered bitterly.

(I'm using bold for his voice now lol) "Yes I can. I can tell anyone to do anything. It is their choice to follow my commands." Death said in a logical voice.

"Quoth, what's it like being a raven? I mean, flight seems cool and all but you don't even have hands. You can't pick things up." Susan said, she was slightly intoxicated. But not intoxicated enough that she had completely let herself go. She wasn't as foolish as all that.

“Go away.” Will muttered.

"Why should we go away? I thought we were here to talk to Susan, why should we leave?" Death asked.

“Just do whatever you’re going to do.” Will sighed, using one hand to facepalm.

"Quoth, what's it like being a raven? I mean, flight seems cool and all but you don't even have hands. You can't pick things up." Susan said, she was slightly intoxicated. But not intoxicated enough that she had completely let herself go. She wasn't as foolish as all that.

"Actually, I can pick things up!" Quoth said, finding a tipsy Susan very interesting. "I jus don't have thumbs."

"Why are you putting a hand on your face?" Death asked. Death never understood the concept of the facepalm.

"Quoth, what's it like being a raven? I mean, flight seems cool and all but you don't even have hands. You can't pick things up." Susan said, she was slightly intoxicated. But not intoxicated enough that she had completely let herself go. She wasn't as foolish as all that.

"Actually, I can pick things up!" Quoth said, finding a tipsy Susan very interesting. "I jus don't have thumbs."

"Oh. Interesting." Susan said, thinking about what it would be like without thumbs.

"Why are you putting a hand on your face?" Death asked. Death never understood the concept of the facepalm.

“It’s how I-just do your thing.”

"Why are you putting a hand on your face?" Death asked. Death never understood the concept of the facepalm.

“It’s how I-just do your thing.”

"Tell me why. I must understand this thing that humans do. You know I know absolutely nothing about humans, what if Susan does the hand-to-the-face motion? What will I do?" Death asked desperately.

"I mean, if you're an owl, you kind of have thumbs, cus one of their toes on each foot can shift back and forth for grabbing, but it's jus not the same." Quoth preened her butt feathers.

"Interesting. Your feathers are so fluffy." she said, poking Quoth's chest repeatedly.

"Thanks. They are a pain to preen sometimes, let me tell ya. They like, gotta lay just right or they feel funny, ya get something in your neck feathers, and you can't reach it, so you're trying to claw it out, and that just messes up your feathers more." Quoth floofed her feathers before shaking dog style. "But they're rad. Better then fur I bet." Quoth muttered, eyeing the pub cat.