Canerica!

[TogetherAgain]

Oh, good morning.

 

[Beauregard]

Well, that was a pithy response...

 

[The Count]

*Splashes milk balloon on Bo. Was that more the warm reception you were expecting? Or has it left you with a cold shoulder, along with cold everything...
*Hides back into underground control room to watch the chaos from afar.

 

[TogetherAgain]

Well, what kind of response were you expecting, Beau?

Layla: We could've, y'know... conquered Britain or something, but... That would've been a little extreme.

That reminds me, Beau... Do you find that there are no trees, the air is poisoned, and people are always trying to kill you? It came up in a recent conversation...

 

[The Count]

If so.. Then consider the wonders of living in your own ubber-dubber protective self-isolating bubble. Yes, this marvel of modern science will keep all deathly tortures away from actually penetrating your cold ironlike hide. And it can be yours for the low low low price of your first-born child... Or $125999.99, whichever comes first.

*In super speedy voice: Bubble does not protect against the heart-stabbing pain of fanfictional torture lines.

 

[MrsPepper]

Wow, it sounds like you guys are having fun! Now, Leyla, you just have to swing by me and then drive through the rest of Canada to get back to the east coast, and your trip would be complete. >: D

 

[The Count]

So if say... Were I to go to Ottawa on some school-related business or other, I wouldn't be able to meet you Mrs. P, cause you don't live anywhere near there?

 

[RedDragon]

Phew!...I just finished planning out our second trip to Chicago...We didn't plan the first trip so well...We did lots of walking...our feet really hurt after that...Now I know exactly where we are going and how we are going to get there...It's exhausting being a responsible grown-up...AHHHH! <runs in panicked circles>

 

[MrsPepper]

Sorry Count, I don't discuss my specific whereabouts.

 

[The Count]

That's OK... Hope to meet you some day though.