Me: Hello again! I'm back! I actually meant to put this up Thursday, then I forgot, and life happened. Whoops. Sorry. Here now anyway!
Army of EVIL Plot Bunnies: Unforgivable...
Me: You say that a lot... You know for psychotic militarian figments of my imagination you're not very good at the whole motivating thing.
Army of EVIL Plot Bunnies: Why bother when we can use a bazooka instead!
Me: Fair point... *backs away carefully*
If this worked, if..., Then just maybe, maybe...
Maybe he wouldn't be alone anymore.
Arrogant, pompous, ridiculous, alive. Maybe. If... Cup-a-Soup.
Trapped in a moment (Ha). Frozen in an instant of time. Like a painting. But alive.
If it worked.
Please, pleeeeease work.
I don't, I can't...
It'll work. Over a thousand years (I really don't remember anymore... Should that worry me?) to work on this. Same software, different case. I've done a lot more, with a lot less. This'll work.
I'm not alone.
If there is even the slightest chance... I'll take it. I'm not alone. She's here (always been here), and so is she, and so am I.
I'm going home!
It shouldn't be possible, the planet was barren, and yet he could swear...
A song on the wind, an optical illusion...
Two for joy...
Me: These really are getting shorter and shorter. I swear I used to be better at writing than this! Then again I've read some of my older stuff...
Army of EVIL Plot Bunnies: Less moaning! More writing! Chop chop!