Bloody shame everything was green. I felt like a fucking Slytherin. I mean, no offense. Seriously though, I'm surrounded by the accent when I go home. A break please? 'Oh ho, let's make Cammyboy talk like his dad. What a great bloody fucking idea!'

I ran into a window this morning and the thing sliced my arm open before fixing itself. There's like...green haze. Is anyone else haze-y?


Gianna:
I didn't trust myself to talk to you until I was sure these pranks were going to be over. Gi, I really like you. I didn't go after Samantha on purpose--whatever bloody prank was going around seemed to get me. Singing people! All over the place! Honestly, I didn't mean anything by it.
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Samantha & Shane:
You're a nice girl, Sam, but not what I was going for. I believe what I was going for was a lass named Gianna. She's still unbelievably upset with me, so I figured I'd better apologize to all of you. Whatever prank is going around seems to have touched just about everyone.

I don't want your bird, mate. Just saying. There's nothing wrong with her, she's perfectly lovely. But I think she's content with what she has...
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Quit it with the pranks already. Or whoever you are, you droning fly-bitten coxcomb, I'll murder you. In a very non-loving way.