ask-majorasmask:

{{ Poe collector’s admin is terrible at this game -w- }}

{{ Waita. Hit. Below. The belt. }}

{{….. PFFFFFFFFFFF- the one I was working on just died yesterday too! I’m in a state or MORNING how could you be so CRUEL! }}

{{ ;AAAAAA ; }}

{{ I hate you. }}

{{ Jk- oh wait no. Nevermind. Still hate you =3= }}

Oh well pardon me for offending your delicate sensibilities, allow me to revise my foul temperament at once.. 

How may I help you today, my gracious and wonderful potential customer.

Now get out of my store you twat. 

…..Can I reanswer the question about the type of people I loathe most?

No?

….Because I have another to add to the list. 

Majora, people who ask too many questions, and this kid. 

….That’s another thing the mead helps with.

Majora. 

Oh. We aren’t naming people?

Hm. 

People who ask too many questions, I suppose. It’s the next most irritating thing.

Mead. 

Quite large actually. 

I believe it all depends on how upset the spirit is. The more distraught, the larger it becomes.

I’ve heard tales of ones becoming large enough to engulf horses, cattle, even whole buildings… I can only imagine how terribly they must have left this life.

Part of me is sad to hear such a story, but the collector in me can only hope it’s true. 

Ghos- Oh. You mean the poes. 

….I’d like to think that the cellar is modestly lit. 

Little boys? Ah, no. 

The only beings I have working for me are the poes. They’re good workers if you keep an eye on them.

Of course, I keep a rod handy in case they get too bold. 

They don’t get all that uppity. 

….Anymore.

Honestly, I don’t understand the youngin’s need to have relationships and know the status of everyone else around them.

No. I don’t have an any-friend. No boy-, girl-, inter-, outer-, roundabout-, non-gender-specific- or whatever other words we’re using-friend. And quite frankly, I have no need or desire for one.