::A dark blue mist creeps along the ground out of the TN woods. The mist gathers into a tighter mass. Then it begins to take some sort of form. Little by little as the smoke seems to implode inwards, that form begins to take the form of a human and then transforms into The Oracle.:: "Dippy? Dippy?" ::A tiny little furangel flutters over her shoulder:: "Where is everybody?" "Maybe their hiding," she dooks. "Hey, maybe we can 'neak up on em." "That would be a good idea if we knew where they were," said the Oracle with a great role of her eyes. "What'd you do to em?" "What?" "What you do to make them go away?" "Okay! Why is it something like this happens and the first thing everyone does is look at me?! Sheesh!" "Um, maybe because you be so annoying and crazy? Maybe cause your magic be so .... so .... spazzy?" ::With a great expletive "ugh", the Oracle crosses her arms and turns her back on the tiny weangel hovering over her shoulder.:: "I know! Let's make a potion to get the FML'er love puppets talking again." "What will you put in it?" "Mmm, raw meat and kibble?" "GREAT ROBED ONE!" "Hehehe, just kidding." The Great Ferret Oracle Wolfy www.wolfysluv.com [Posted in FML 5439]