Handing your soul off to a demon sounded like the worst possible choice of your life, most certainly the messiest. After meeting both the Queen's spider and watchdog, you aren't so sure about that anymore.
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So basically you sit there thinking someone is screaming while your clawing your head and suddenly you realise: "Omg, was that me?" *Akward silence~~~~*
THINK I JUST REMEMBER SOMETHING I THINK I LEFT THE FAUCET RUNNING NOW (HIS) MY ARE FILLING UP THE TUB
No one can wake up that happy unless their sick or not human
"You better close that mouth of yours master wouldn't want to catch any flies"
Me: if you cleaned this place properly, there wouldn't be any flies.. :/
Please butler. SHUT THE HELL UP! You sound like Snow White or something!
I'm really really sorry!! But if he was the Queen's grandson, that would make him a prince... Not an Earl.... Sorry for correcting you!!!