Floriana Shaunce: <Twiddles thumbs.> If I poked you with the tree branch, would you go running around again?

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: Can I eat the branch?

Floriana Shaunce: If you do silly stuff....umm....sure.

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: What's silly?

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: <<<Decided that random words will simply not be in Zem's vocabulary.>>>

Floriana Shaunce: Erg. Nevermind. <Pokes Zem with the branch unless he dodges.>

·Åçrµå·§møkê·: <A normal sized man walks into the tavern his iris white and barely visible his build is normal but quite muscular under a grey colorless shirt its sleeves cut off so it shows all of his arms and it shows his muscles quite well he wears baggy black pants and knight style boots his hair long silver silk-like tendrils of hair reaching down past his shoulders,his shoulders broad and straight as is his posture he usually stands 67½"tall,his face always a demonic look upon it he is a beserk man and accepts no friends,allys ect. he will kill or attempt to kill anyone that approaches him an evil maroon glow consumes him a 56½" sword sheathed upon his back it looking alot like a claymore/katana combination but being a excalibur sword as he walks into the tavern one large thump hits the wooden floor he steps towards the bar takeing quick steps when he reaches it he looks to the bottles seeing ale he grabs it a crack goes down the bottle and he pours it into a goblet grinning he sips the goblet looking to each and every occupant of the tavern getting rather annoyed he stares into a distance not even saying a word>

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: <Falls off the couch. Whether this is because he was poked or was avoiding being poked is unknown.>

·Åçrµå·§møkê·: <Drawing the blade he looks to Zem>...inbecile!!

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: What's inbecile?

·Åçrµå·§møkê·: <walks over to Zem>

Floriana Shaunce: <Laughs. Because he fell and she finds that funny.> Okay. Branch is yours. <Pokes again, unless dodged.>

·Åçrµå·§møkê·: You shall perish.

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: What's you?

·Åçrµå·§møkê·: <attempts to spit in his eyes>

Floriana Shaunce: <Attempts to poke the man with a branch, which should also make him do goofey stuff.>

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: <the spit is blocked by the branch that floriana attmpted to poke him with, and it hppened to poke him in the far ear, which means it went across his eyes and blocked the spit, so he was not spit on, but he was poked by a branch in his ear, but he doesn't do weird stuff cause the new guy confused him.>

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: What's a perish?

Floriana Shaunce: Ooo. It's a spity-stick!

·Åçrµå·§møkê·: <Grasping the blade of the sword blood drips upon the ground and he holds the hilt then grins he appears to turn to ash but in an odd maner his body assimilates behind Amber as her shadow>

Floriana Shaunce: What a dorky weirdo. <Blinks, wiping the spit off on the ground.>

Floriana Shaunce: <Blink>

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: What's what mean?

Floriana Shaunce: What means...

Floriana Shaunce: << If this tavern had bar tenders or waitresses, it'd be fun to be one. Atleast it'd give you something to RP with when theres nothing to do.>>

Floriana Shaunce: What is...like..a question.

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: What's a question? <<<Expects Evey's chara to carry that send out to it's full "Who's on first?" possibilities.>>>

Floriana Shaunce: <<...<Disgruntled. Can't remeber the person who really is on first.>>>

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: <<Evey, "Who" was the name of the person on first...You need to see that full joke.>>

Floriana Shaunce: <<Okay. Nevermind, I saw it. I just forgot it.>>

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: What's a question?

Floriana Shaunce: What is a question.

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: I asked you first.

Floriana Shaunce: No, that's the answer. What is a question.

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: Well, what is a question?

Floriana Shaunce: But that's what it is.

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: What?

Floriana Shaunce: Which is a question

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: How can what be a question if which is a question already. And what's a question?

Floriana Shaunce: Okay, Which is also a question. And so is what. Now, what makes what a question is what.

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: Ummm..What?

Floriana Shaunce: Yay! That's right, it's a question.

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: So a question is what, right?

Floriana Shaunce: Er..No, "What" is a question.

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: Yeah, what's a question?

Floriana Shaunce: What IS a question.

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: I just asked you that.

Floriana Shaunce: No, you asked me what is a question, I answered with What IS a question. Very theoretical differeciate there.

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: I think you're just taunting me now...

Floriana Shaunce: Me? Taunt you? I think not! What is a question. Plane and simple.

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: Then how come you just answer my question by asking my question?

Floriana Shaunce: You just asked me what a question is, and you know it! What is a question.

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: So you don't know either?

Floriana Shaunce: No, I know. What is a question,..And..that's the answer.

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: No, that's the question.

Floriana Shaunce: It's also the answer.

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: The question can't be the answer. That's weird...Maybe we should start over...

Floriana Shaunce: It's like this one old man said, "I am my own limitation, without limitation, I am." Or was that my dog? Anywoo, Yes. Start over so I can explain it better.

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: Okay, so, what is a question?

Floriana Shaunce: A question is What.

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: That's what I want to know.

Floriana Shaunce: But that's the answer. What is a form of a question.

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: I know that what's a question, but what is a question?

Floriana Shaunce: When you ask something, and you give an answer, which is what.

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: You confuse me.

Floriana Shaunce: Thank you.

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: So...What was a question, again?

Floriana Shaunce: A question is something you ask in order to receive an answer, which is a "What".

·Zêm thé Måñîà©·: Oh, okay.

Blackguard <(ooc)>: Confusion and simply making absolutely NO SENSE because you're saying gibberish are two DIFFERENT things,my friends.