I got bored. And goddamn, do I love my Leaflet.

Disclaimer: I disclaim.


"So, what are the rates for this server?"

"I heard you can identify my stuff for a small fee… so…"

"What's going on here, Mister?"

"zOMG WHERE AM I WHAT IS THIS PLACE ARGHHHHHH"

"How's the server holding?"

"heal plz!1 itemz zeny!1"

"Change my clothes! I might let you peak~~"

"Come here and claim your child-!"

Admin Poser and Leaflet quirked their heads towards a certain crowd of people and animal NPCs, the Smokie chirping with a mischievous grin.

"…the rates are 133700/133700/10..."

"… 20 z or nada…"

"…ask an event GM or the bat next to me…"

"… this is aRO…"

"… fuck off…"

"… fuck off…"

"… hate life…"

"Whoa. Lady, I'm a dead chicken. I ain't making no babies."

The mooing cow beside Mr. Fluffy mooed in a humorous manner, chewing grass while it calmly changed classes of numerous people. Mr. Fluffy clucked, the only chicken-esque thing Mr. Fluffy has ever done.

Poser, curious at the undead chicken's pissed-off-more-than-usual manner, threw himself into and through the crowd, sitting between Mr. Fluffy and the Class Cow.

"What's with the attitude today, Mister Fluffy?" Poser asked with a holier-than-thou smile. Mister Fluffy groaned, ruffling up his feathers and not turning towards the administrator. Poser arched a green eyebrow, slightly confused, until the Class Cow mooed loudly.

"The chicken's - mooooooooo - wings got fried the night before last. I have a - moooooo - feeling it was Warp Cat who gone an' done it," slowly spoke the Class Cow, whose voice drawled on as he continued to change the classes of various player characters. Warp Cat hissed from the other side of Mister Fluffy at the Class Cow.

"I did nyot do nyanything to my precious lil' Mister Fluffyumpkins!" Warp Cat hissed, climbing onto Poser's lap as Leaflet rummaged into Poser's neon hair. "Nyou're nymagining things, you cow! Don't nyou say I did nyanything, nyunderstand, nyou nyincompoop?"

"Alrighty then… Moooooo…"

Mister Fluffy then swatted at a leaf fluttering over his head, and suddenly Poser realized Leaflet was no longer on his head.

"… Leaflet! 'Mister Fluffyumpkins' is already mad at the world, and that was before you started pissing him off. That's it, you're in trouble."

Leaflet had never looked so terrified in its little life.

… He was still freaking adorable, though.