*power goes out*
TGS: Great, just perfect. No power.
*A shadowy form enters the house*
TGS *in a deep menacing voice*: Who dares enter my home?
Arcanine: cut the act
*Arcanine shakes off snow*
TGS: oh it just you.
Arcanine: Why is there a blizzard only around your house?
TGS: Leftover joke from a guest.
Arcanine: I hope you got a poem, the door is frozen under 3 feet of ice.
*Arcanine lights the fire and sits down beside TGS*
TGS: Xakia requested it. The Loyal Friend
Even on
The coldest
Nights
He is
There to
Chase away
The loneliness
Sitting with
Me by
The fire
Like the
Loyal friend
He is
~The Great Sage
Arcanine: Good poem.
TGS: ZZZZZZ
Arcanine: Might as well get some sleep. TGS owns nothing form pokemon…ZZZZZZZ