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This is Your Lord and Master Speaking...

Good news, Paixao-ans? Paixaooanin...

GOOD NEWS, PEOPLE OF PAIXAO.

The so-called "Mayor" has decided to schedule his first interview since the election with yours truly. Ooh, I'll have to find something special to wear. So, as for all that burn the place to the ground nonsense, it'll have to wait for another time. I do apologize for the false advertising. But really...

WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW? YOU CAN'T HEAR THE DRUMS. [tap tap tap tap]

HAHAHAHAHAHA...

[ooc: this is after the previous message board entry that got everybody so flustered, and before the current log of the meeting. apologies for not posting this beforehand. your heroic characters may feel free to berate him or at least breathe a sigh of relief. your comedic characters can ponder exactly what the term is for a paixao citizen. your evil characters can call him a wuss and tell him to kill everyone anyway.]

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It's Paixaoans.

And he's meeting you? ... Really?

He actually agreed to meet with you?

Just how crazy are you!?

Thanks, the linguistics were tricky.

He is. Hope you aren't jealous.

Of course. It's always hard to stay away from me.

Catch 22.

I do hope your little meeting goes well~

I would just hate to hear that something bad happened.

If anything "bad" happens...

it will because I make it happen.

Oh goody.

Do try not to wreck the city before we've left though, hm?

Why?

Can't stand the heat?

While I must admit I harbor no good feelings about this place, it is rather nice to have a place to live.

You call this "living?" The only thing with any flesh around here is us. And like I've said before, I am starving.

And somehow destroying the city is going to solve this little problem of yours?

I need fire. Meat. Steam. Melting sinews and flesh. And blades. But the flesh. I need to eat. I'm so hungry.

...Right. [hard roll on the 'r']

I can't even believe you. And I can't believe it worked! I was actually worried about you!

No balloons, banners, congratulations cards? No? Aw.

...Glad to hear it.

I know. I can feel the love emanating from your voice.

Me? Jealous? Never! ~~You're a total creep anyway~~

Not even for a height advantage?

I'd rather keep my devilish good looks.

Please be careful.

I could change that, you know.

Why? If he knows what a Time Lord is, he won't do a thing.

What's that supposed to mean?

I am awfully hungry.

What?

... You're not going to eat Marco, are you?

I am that hungry, but no. He can't talk if I eat him.

I was talking about the devilish good looks you supposedly possess. Tell me, are you attached to your nose?

[mutters to himself] That's rubbish.

Of course I'm attached to my nose! How else could I smell?

Edited 2010-07-17 06:36 (UTC)

Well, what about a leg? Plenty of meat there. SO hungry.

Whose leg? My leg?

[Master experiences his skeletal flashes with ugly sounds]

Your leg, any leg. I want tenderloins, chops, filets, all of it. It's mine!

.... [this is the part where he stops talking to you]

[quaint chuckles]

[it took him that long? much later than expected.]

I do not wish for anyone to be hurt.

And if wishes were buttercakes, beggars might bite.

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