*Dogscoff, gibbering insanely in the corner, looks up from the arcane symbols he has been drawing on the floor in bbq sauce. He throws the tribble wing he had been using as a pen over his shoulder and stares intensley at Mottlee.
There is a disturbing look (and, if you can stand to hold his gaze long enough to see it, a faint but unearthly glow) in dogscoff's eyes. The accumulated wisdom of several lifetimes compacted into a few weeks and various occult energies acting upon in his soul during his various travels through the spiritual realm have left him utterly demented, but possessed of awesome magical powers which can be unleashed upon any crazed and random whim.
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LOL You ALL have way too much time on your hands but hey I enjoy the HE** out of it
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"Time? Time to go, time too slow, time flies when you're having fun. Heeheehihiheee...."
*dogscoff performs an unholy little dance, then giggles mischeviously and claps his hands together. Mottlee instantly blinks out of existence, much to the shock and amazement of onlookers.
*Mottlee immediately finds himself in a featureless grey limbo, with only the sound being an insane cackling, which soon fades to nothing:
"Time? Now you have time on your hands too... time on your feet, time on your mind, time in front and time behind, hihihheehhehehhhihi...."