Honey I shrunk the kids...

So. How's it feel? - Arrow

Well. I tell ya. I prefer to be rubbin' me own knob, aye? - Rogue

Heh heh... I'm sure u do. I meant tho, is it hot or cold? - A

Cold as a witches tit. - R

*sigh* I was afraid u'd say that. He prefers males. - A

Eiiiieh! Come on. I'm out! - R

Lol lol... Not like that. Ass. He can b a bit of a misogynist. Is y I's gettin' u to try. Nvrmnd. I'll give it a go. - A

K.
Ooooh! Sheite! Looook waaaaay up n I'll call Rusty... Ow! Wot u poking me for? It's 8ft tall!! - R

Shut it Ass! - A

Blood of Fae! Wot has u to do with me? - Gnome

Father, beg pardon. My man is Goul wounded. N we need safe haven for rest n healing. - A

So. U's come to me. Y? - G

With Aeri's blessing, true, Father Gnome. I don't ask lightly. - A

Haaaaaawwwwqqqqq! Toooooooo! - G

Eeiiiieh! He almost hit me with that wad! - R

SHHHH! - A

Who is this Shyster u call ur man? - G

Sorry sweet Father. I know he seems not much but he is truly one awesome Blade, n he has fought hard this day in defense of a wee'un the Walkers stalk... - A

A wee’un? Fine. No more. ENTER! - G

Ahhhhhhhhh!!! Sheite!!!! - R

Oh for the love of Pete. U can mutilate Gouls but u balk @ a wee bit of shape shifting? U only shrunk 5 ft! - A

Ya, well, this is NOT the kind of shrinkage I'm used to, seen?! - R

Lol... I'd be worried if u were. Heh heh. - A

Hunh. Is ur turn to shut it, aye? - R