Sylkat wrote:
Poor Toy_Soldier...
You forgot that faeries can fly!
When she gets really mad, which should be soon, and decides to make a flight to Never Land, you are going to find yourself the subject of multiple law enforcement pursuits, for levitating without a license as she heads to her homeland at about 100 feet altitude...
Ha ha ha!
Sylkat
I forgot where I was going with this.... Oh yeah. Anyway, it was when running wildly thru the woods that I first ran into the Aspie Resistance. I literally stumbled upon a secret meeting a local Aspie cell was holding in a small clearing. I stumbled when I tripped over one of their legs and landed on my chest with a whump! Out shot Tinkerbell and the Ping like bullets out of my mouth. I only saw them as a brief light, like a muzzle flash and they were gone. Pixies and Pixie Dust cartels were however the furthest thing on my mind as I looked around at the toughest, most hard-biten gang of Aspies you ever dern saw. "Wuts yer nurro boy", asks the toughest and most hard-biten lookin Aspie of all. [end corny western allusion here].
Hours later we were getting along famously, swapping NT stories and taking swigs of Tea. It was the hospital smock that saved me. You see they thought I must be escaped from the local mental institution and so readily believed I was misdiagnosed Aspian. Eventually, after several months (I of course joined the revolution right there and then) I worked my up the chain to be appointed Aide, to the Second Secretary, of the Minister of Useless Knowledge, in the People's Aspian Provisional Revolutionary Council.