❝It's quite. Too quiet. I don't like it one bit. I'm someone doesn't have a picnic with me I may just have a fit.❞

❝Yawn, yawn, what a bore. Everyone's still dead, just like before.❞

❝Then it seems we'll just have to wait.❞ A slight shrug was given. ❝We can wait before leading them to their cruel fate.❞ ♡

❝We could.❞ A slight smile, followed by fingers tapping her head. ❝Perhaps we should.❞ ♡

❝I'll be sure to save you the yellow one.❞ Unusually cheerful, she flashed him a grin. ♡

❝No, no don't be obscene.❞ A slight scowl. ❝Of course he isn't my favourite, he likes the colour green.❞ ♡

❝I bet that clock sucks co--❞ The bug is watching.

❝The fact that he won't stop talking in rhymes really gets on my nerves sometimes.❞

❝Small fry.❞

❝I wonder what would happen if I put ink in his clockwork..❞

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❝The others do not favour it, they like nice colours like red and blue. Not that disgusting hue.❞ ♡

❝What? Don't you drive people to insanity?❞ Robert A.

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❝I thought blue would be your favourite, clock.❞ ♡

❝You don't suit humor.❞ ♡

A little 'tch' was heard. ❝Then change said habit.❞ ♡

❝What else do you expect?❞ ♡

❝And why, oh why, would I want to stop my childish ways?❞ ♡

❝I /am/ off my rocker. I don't know how you can forget that.❞ ♡