(03:27:11 AM) SlyShy: I’m dying of sleep loss
(03:27:14 AM) SlyShy: I’d better go
(03:27:14 AM) ExitMouse: as am I.
(03:27:27 AM) ExitMouse: I should too…I’m just reading brisingr xD
(03:27:47 AM) ExitMouse: “the men you’ve killed. Do you see them in your dreams?”
(03:27:51 AM) SlyShy: haha, not me.

(12:11:54 PM) ExitMouse: Across his back, Eragon slung the quiver given to him by Queen Islanzadí. In addition to twenty heavy
oak arrows fletched with gray goose feathers, the quiver contained the bow with silver fittings that the
queen had sung out of a yew tree for him. The bow was already strung and ready for use.
(12:12:35 PM) SlyShy: Wow, he thought ahead this time.
(12:13:13 PM) ExitMouse: also the discussion of Roran’s love for Katrina was painful.
(12:13:22 PM) ExitMouse: ly bad.
(12:14:01 PM) SlyShy: yeah
(12:14:08 PM) ExitMouse: he has obviously never been in a twoway relationship.
(12:14:15 PM) ExitMouse: he may or may not have stalked someone.
(12:14:35 PM) SlyShy: My thoughts exactly
(12:14:59 PM) ExitMouse: “Not so tight,” grunted Eragon.
“Sorry,” said Roran. He loosened his embrace.
(12:15:05 PM) ExitMouse: ..ew.
(12:15:14 PM) ExitMouse: don’t call it an embrace xD
(12:15:52 PM) SlyShy: Word choice…
(12:15:59 PM) SlyShy: Coming up ‘thews’

(12:24:25 PM) ExitMouse: Eragon examined the tunnels carefully, but they were pitch-black and
appeared vacant, a fact he confirmed with quick thrusts of his mind.
Stop calling it thrusting.
(12:24:30 PM) ExitMouse: don’t. just don’t.
(12:24:43 PM) ExitMouse: you’re going to get some terrible innuendo eventually.
(12:24:55 PM) ExitMouse: it’s already quite close.
(12:25:26 PM) ExitMouse: two sentences later ‘steady rise and fall of Saphira’s breathing,
which was overloud in the confines of the bare chamber.’
(12:25:29 PM) SlyShy: xD
(12:25:31 PM) SlyShy: hehehe
(12:26:12 PM) ExitMouse: the impact sent him tumbling through space without so
much as a half-formed thought in his jumbled brain.
(12:26:27 PM) ExitMouse: So it didn’t affect his mind at all?
(12:26:32 PM) ExitMouse: huh.

(03:02:23 PM) ExitMouse: Eragon clamped his mouth shut as his gorge rose and turned his attention elsewhere to keep from
(03:02:24 PM) ExitMouse: eeeew
(03:02:34 PM) ExitMouse: also, gorge?
(03:02:38 PM) ExitMouse: ….
(03:02:45 PM) ExitMouse: I thought that was a type of chasm.
(03:03:07 PM) SlyShy: Hahaha
(03:03:17 PM) SlyShy: I also liked the part where he burped
(03:03:28 PM) SlyShy: but it sounded like diarrhea
(03:04:27 PM) ExitMouse: xD
(03:04:48 PM) ExitMouse: In return, Saphira had laid open the ribs of one Lethrblaka and had bitten off the last three feet of the
other’s tail. The Lethrblaka’s blood, to Eragon’s astonishment, was a metallic blue-green, not unlike the
verdigris that forms on aged copper.
(03:05:01 PM) ExitMouse: your dragon is in pain and you’re thinking about antiquing.
(03:05:07 PM) ExitMouse: ….gj.
(03:05:17 PM) SlyShy: mhm
(03:05:30 PM) SlyShy: He is oddly distant from the realities of battle, the entire time
(03:05:40 PM) SlyShy: I wrote about that scene in my action scenes article :P
(03:05:50 PM) ExitMouse: xD
(03:08:02 PM) ExitMouse: Then Eragon began to chant as fast as he could without mispronouncing the ancient language. Each
sentence he uttered, and they were legion, contained the potential to deliver instant death, and each death
was unique among its fellows. As he recited his improvised soliloquy, Saphira received another cut upon
her left flank.
(03:08:15 PM) ExitMouse: He has enough ways to kill people for a soliloquy.
(03:08:26 PM) ExitMouse: ……what morals
(03:08:40 PM) ExitMouse: xDDDDDDD
(03:10:05 PM) ExitMouse: In a rather detached way, Eragon noticed that the Ra’zac’s tongue was barbed
and purple and writhed like a headless snake.
(03:10:12 PM) ExitMouse: no need to tell us you’re detached :P
(03:10:27 PM) SlyShy: yeah
(03:10:33 PM) ExitMouse: but your 9 year old fans thank you xD
(03:10:43 PM) SlyShy: haha
(03:13:58 PM) ExitMouse: “Shh. . . . Hold on to my belt, follow me, and be ready to duck.”
(03:14:20 PM) ExitMouse: ………….so Roran would be kneeling in front of eragon holding his belt.
(03:14:29 PM) SlyShy: I liked the part where they took their clothes off so they could look at their “bumps”
(03:14:36 PM) ExitMouse: xDDD yes….
(03:14:42 PM) ExitMouse: Paolini is messed up
(03:15:00 PM) ExitMouse: quite obvious he’s an only child.
(03:15:28 PM) SlyShy: No he’s not
(03:15:34 PM) SlyShy: Angela is based on his sister.
(03:15:39 PM) SlyShy: Whose name is…. Anglea
(03:15:40 PM) ExitMouse: he still makes it obvious.
(03:15:42 PM) SlyShy: *Angela
(03:15:51 PM) ExitMouse: I didn’t say it was true.
(03:15:58 PM) ExitMouse: he just makes it obvious.
(03:15:59 PM) ExitMouse: xD
(03:16:14 PM) ExitMouse: well, it’s obvious he has no male siblings…or friends….
(03:17:04 PM) SlyShy: Yeah
(03:17:16 PM) SlyShy: Or female acquantances besides his immediate family
(03:17:22 PM) ExitMouse: xD
(03:19:28 PM) ExitMouse: what chapter number is divergence?
(03:20:50 PM) SlyShy: 4
(03:20:57 PM) ExitMouse: oh cool.
(03:21:54 PM) ExitMouse: Drawing back, Roran kissed her three times on the lips. Katrina wrinkled her nose and exclaimed, “You
grew a beard!” Of all the things she could have said, that was so unexpected.and she sounded so
shocked and surprised.that Eragon chuckled in response. For the first time, Katrina seemed to notice
him. She glanced him over, then settled on his face, which she studied with evident puzzlement. “Eragon?
Is that you?”
(03:22:21 PM) ExitMouse: I’d say that he’s explaining his jokes again….but these are 9 year olds, they have no idea what females actually say xd

(03:23:54 PM) ExitMouse: erecting wards to safeguard Katrina. Behind him, he heard her and Roran exchange a series of brief
phrases and lone words: “I love you . . . Horst and others safe . . . Always . . . For you . . . Yes . . . Yes
. . . Yes . . . Yes.” The trust and affection they shared were so obvious, it roused a dull ache of longing
inside Eragon.
(03:23:58 PM) ExitMouse: SO MUCH INNUENDO
(03:24:25 PM) ExitMouse: erecting, “yes, yes, yes yes!” “ache of longing”
(03:24:46 PM) SlyShy: hahaha
(03:25:04 PM) SlyShy: Actually, I didn’t catch that innuendo

(03:28:01 PM) ExitMouse: Eragon shook his head. “No. I’m staying here.”
He can’t deal with being on the same dragon as katrina and roran xD
(03:29:02 PM) ExitMouse: “Ganga!” he shouted” What the hell does that mean? it sounds like an australian swear word.
(03:29:22 PM) SlyShy: hahaha
(03:29:32 PM) ExitMouse: but seriously, what does it mean…
(03:29:33 PM) SlyShy: GANGA = Hollycrappebbles in the ancient language
(03:30:20 PM) ExitMouse: A combination of noise and motion obscured the rest of his sentence as Saphira launched herself out of
the cave. In the clear sky beyond, her scales sparkled like a multitude of brilliant blue diamonds. She
was, Eragon thought, magnificent: proud, noble, and more beautiful than any other living creature.

Except Arya HEYO

(03:32:30 PM) ExitMouse: “Come, O thou eater
of men’s flesh, let us end this fight of ours. You are hurt, and I am weary. Your companions are dead,
and I am alone. We are a fit match. I promise that I shall not use gramarye against you, nor hurt or trap
you with spells I have already cast. Come, O thou eater of men’s flesh, let us end this fight of ours. . . .”

…..wth? does he have a death wish?
(03:32:51 PM) ExitMouse: also, I’d say he has some serious ancient language vocab problems.
(03:32:58 PM) SlyShy: Mhm
(03:33:01 PM) ExitMouse: but…
(03:33:02 PM) ExitMouse: um.
(03:33:09 PM) ExitMouse: he’s undermined his magic system.
(03:33:11 PM) ExitMouse: >_>
(03:33:13 PM) SlyShy: He always is
(03:33:24 PM) SlyShy: It’s hard to copy 15 different ones
(03:33:41 PM) SlyShy: Eventually the pieces you’ve down together start to leak
(03:33:44 PM) ExitMouse: but, if he says “you are hurt and I am weary” the words for that will hurt the Razac and drain him of energy
(03:33:54 PM) SlyShy: and then the giant bag of suck and puss explodes
(03:34:01 PM) ExitMouse: also he’s doomed himself to being alone but that’s irrelevant.
(03:34:14 PM) SlyShy: Oh.
(03:34:15 PM) SlyShy: Wow.
(03:34:22 PM) SlyShy: He is swearing the ancient language XD
(03:34:26 PM) ExitMouse: xD
(03:34:33 PM) ExitMouse: see…..yeah.
(03:34:43 PM) ExitMouse: He’s doing it over and over too.
(03:36:04 PM) ExitMouse: A mare’s tail of blood separated Eragon from his enemy as the Ra’zac swept back its sodden cloak,
revealing a bow that it held with an arrow already fit to the string. Lifting and drawing the weapon, the
Ra’zac loosed the bolt in the direction of Eragon’s chest.
What the hell.
(03:36:21 PM) ExitMouse: I am assuming there’s a wall of blood two feet thick in between them now.
(03:36:36 PM) ExitMouse: it’s sentient.
(03:36:46 PM) ExitMouse: it’s like a gelatinous cube.
(03:37:07 PM) SlyShy: That sentence made utterly no sense
(03:37:34 PM) ExitMouse: They lunged toward each other. The Ra’zac attempted to cleave Eragon from collarbone to hip, but
Eragon twisted and stepped past the blow. Jamming the end of the staff upward, he drove its metal spike
underneath the Ra’zac’s beak and through the plates that protected the creature’s throat.
(03:37:39 PM) ExitMouse: the fight was two sentences.
(03:37:46 PM) SlyShy: Yeah
(03:37:52 PM) ExitMouse: he swore in the ancient language that they were a fit match.
(03:38:04 PM) ExitMouse: oh hey, right, Riders are allowed to lie.
(03:38:10 PM) ExitMouse: in the ancient language.
(03:38:19 PM) ExitMouse: cause, you know, Gary Stu can do anything.

(09/25/2008 03:39:14 PM) ExitMouse: unintentionally.
(09/25/2008 03:42:42 PM) ExitMouse: Even lifting a finger became a task that he
found irritating in the extreme, as well as one that was almost unbearably laborious.

We understand, Gary Stu. You obviously shouldn’t have to. Ever.
(09/25/2008 03:43:56 PM) ExitMouse: Eragon was no longer capable of coherent thought, but somewhere in the back of his brain he was
aware that he was about to die. It did not frighten him; to the contrary, the prospect comforted him, for
he was tired beyond belief, and death would free him from the battered shell of his flesh and allow him to
rest for all of eternity.

He has no coherent thought but he can reason such that he isn’t bothered by death? Make up your mind Paolini.
(09/25/2008 03:45:12 PM) ExitMouse: From above and behind his head, there came a bumblebee as big as his thumb. It circled his ear, then
hovered by the rock, probing the nodes of citrine, which were the same bright yellow as the fieldstars that
bloomed among the hills. The bumblebee’s mane glowed in the morning light.each hair sharp and
distinct to Eragon.and its blurred wings generated a gentle bombilation, like a tattoo played on a drum.
Pollen powdered the bristles on its legs.

Wow. Paolini can actually say “Bumblebees bombilate” and get away with it?!
(09/25/2008 03:47:28 PM) ExitMouse: By sheer force of will, he pushed his left hand free of his chest and grasped the woody stem of a nearby
shrub. Like a leech or a tick or some other parasite, he extracted the life from the plant, leaving it limp
and brown. The subsequent rush of energy that coursed through Eragon sharpened his wits. Now he was
scared; having regained his desire to continue existing, he found nothing but terror in the blackness

(09/25/2008 03:49:42 PM) ExitMouse: Dragging himself forward, he seized another shrub and transferred its vitality into his body, then a third
shrub and a fourth shrub, and so on until he once again possessed the full measure of his strength. He
stood and looked back at the trail of brown plants that stretched out behind him; a bitter taste filled his
mouth as he saw what he had wrought.

Here’s another problem. If you weren’t such a plot-driven character, you would have died there. It has been stated multiple times that if you draw the energy from something and kill it you die inside. And you just said that eragon was now deeply afraid of death. He would be unable to make himself kill them.
(09/25/2008 03:51:16 PM) ExitMouse: Killing them had taken far longer than he expected, but now the deed was
done, and a mighty deed it was. He allowed himself to revel in satisfaction over having accomplished
such a difficult feat, albeit with assistance from Roran and Saphira.

Because you know you deserve it. And obviously you made the correct moral choice at every step.
(09/25/2008 03:53:25 PM) ExitMouse: Eragon relaxed and allowed himself a small smile.

“, congratulating himself on a burp well done”
(09/25/2008 03:54:10 PM) ExitMouse: bearing Sloan upon his shoulders for most of the day had left Eragon so ravenous,
he imagined that if he could travel back in time, he could eat the entire feast the dwarves had cooked in
his honor during his visit to Tarnag. The memory of how the roast Nagra, the giant boar, had
smelled.hot, pungent, seasoned with honey and spices, and dripping with lard.was enough to make
his mouth water.

Did Paolini forget Eragon was a vegetarian?
(09/25/2008 03:54:13 PM) ExitMouse: ….?
(09/25/2008 03:55:10 PM) ExitMouse: He isn’t not one until next paragraph when he decides he’s a rider he can do whatever he wants!
(09/25/2008 06:55:29 PM) ExitMouse: Nasuada had sent them out of the pavilion because she knew her meeting with Fadawar might lead to
the type of bloodshed the Nighthawks’ sense of duty would require them to prevent. Even so, she was
not entirely defenseless. She had a dagger hidden in the folds of her dress, and an even smaller knife in
the bodice of her undergarments, and the prescient witch-child, Elva, was standing just behind the curtain
that backed Nasuada’s chair, ready to intercede if need be.)

Paolini has some weird ideas about females…..
(09/25/2008 06:56:38 PM) ExitMouse: and some even worse fantasy cliches…having a knife in your ‘undergarments’ at a diplomatic occasion…where you will be required to bow or curtsy and move around and stuff…not a good idea.
(09/25/2008 06:57:37 PM) ExitMouse: then again, Elva would have to intervene and tear off her undergarments, so I’m sure none of the males there would object.
(09/25/2008 07:00:36 PM) ExitMouse: oh, wait.
(09/25/2008 07:00:47 PM) ExitMouse: Nasuada gave Fadawar a nod. “We may proceed.” Then she addressed her handmaid: “Help me out of
my dress; I don’t want to ruin it.”
The older woman looked shocked by the request. “Here, Ma’am? In front of these . . . men?”
“Yes, here. And be quick about it too! I shouldn’t have to argue with my own servant.” Nasuada was
harsher than she meant to be, but her heart was racing and her skin was incredibly, terribly sensitive; the
soft linen of her undergarments seemed as abrasive as canvas. Patience and courtesy were beyond her
now. All she could concentrate on was her upcoming ordeal.
(09/25/2008 07:00:58 PM) ExitMouse: ….Paolini….there’s no fixing you, is there.
(09/25/2008 07:01:25 PM) ExitMouse: also, they would see the daggers and that would be bad
(09/25/2008 07:01:28 PM) ExitMouse: so…yeah…
(09/25/2008 07:01:39 PM) ExitMouse: Paolini evidently forgot about those.
(09/25/2008 07:09:05 PM) ExitMouse: why is it a good idea to choose the ruler who’s most permanently disfigured xD
(09/25/2008 07:10:51 PM) ExitMouse: She examined the morsel of bread she
was holding between her thumb and index finger, as one might inspect a strange species of insect, and
then dipped it into a goblet of wine and popped the bread into her mouth.

(09/25/2008 07:14:38 PM) ExitMouse: Nasuada dipped her head, taking to heart Arya’s advice. Then she smiled and said, “A tender age? I’m
a grown woman, by our reckoning.”
Amusement gleamed in Arya’s green eyes. “True. But if we judge by years, and not wisdom, no human
would be considered an adult among my kind. Except for Galbatorix, that is.”
(09/25/2008 07:14:45 PM) ExitMouse: I don’t think paolini read this.
(09/25/2008 07:14:49 PM) ExitMouse: that shouldn’t be a ‘but’
(09/25/2008 07:15:01 PM) ExitMouse: Arya just rephrased Nasuada’s point….
(09/25/2008 07:21:47 PM) ExitMouse: He had no desire to scry
Saphira.although they were too far apart to touch each other’s minds, his bond with her would tell him
if she was hurt

Ok, I dunno why this is part of my nature, but something compels me to suggest that you can’t tell when someone hurts without allowing communication: morse code by punching yourself or suchlike.
(09/25/2008 07:23:13 PM) ExitMouse: oh my god he doesn’t ever reread does he.
(09/25/2008 07:24:02 PM) ExitMouse: He only ran now because he had encountered no living creatures, except a long snake sunning itself, for
over a league.

Far better, he thought, to
listen to the songs of the flitting birds and the sighing of the breeze through the grass and leafy branches.

firstly, all the grass is brittle and dry…so I’d assume the branches weren’t that leafy, that statement conjures lush imagery…
(09/25/2008 07:24:06 PM) ExitMouse: but secondly…
(09/25/2008 07:24:28 PM) ExitMouse: he hasn’t encountered a living thing for over a league except a snake, so he’s listening to birds?
(09/25/2008 07:24:30 PM) ExitMouse: um.
(09/25/2008 07:24:36 PM) ExitMouse: Are they dead birds?

(09:16:00 PM) ExitMouse: None of the epics Brom had recited in Carvahall mentioned that such visions had bedeviled the heroes
of old. None of the warriors Eragon had met in the Varden seemed troubled by the blood they shed.
And even though Roran admitted he disliked killing, he did not wake up screaming in the middle of the

That’s because you’re a pansy, Eragon. You’re a pansy.
(09:16:47 PM) ExitMouse: I’m weak,thought Eragon.A man should not feel like this. A Ridershould not feel like this. Garrow
or Brom would have been fine, I know. They did what needed to be done, and that was that. No
crying about it, no endless worrying or gnashing of teeth. . . . I’m weak>

oh hey you know that. too bad some less important character will come along to reassure you or you will unrealistically bounce back soon.
(09:16:58 PM) SlyShy: hahaha
(09:17:29 PM) ExitMouse: Perhaps the thrashing of his arms, the thudding of his feet on dirt, the slick chill of sweat under
his arms, and a myriad of other sensations would, by their sheer weight and number, force him to forget.

Nonono, that’s what beer is for.
(09:17:59 PM) SlyShy: He already drank lots of beer
(09:18:08 PM) ExitMouse: oh right.
(09:19:52 PM) ExitMouse: Lost in memory, he stopped and sat on a rock so he could retie the laces on his boots.
(09:19:59 PM) ExitMouse: His animal instincts told him to.
(09:20:05 PM) SlyShy: lawl
(09:20:41 PM) ExitMouse: Excitement stirred within Eragon. He suspected that he had found an elven outpost, erected long before
the destruction of the Riders. No other race had the skill or inclination to build such a structure.

Racism now?
(09:21:00 PM) ExitMouse: How about maybe Dwarves, famed for their IMPRESSIVE ARCHITECTURE
(09:21:04 PM) ExitMouse: AND STONEWORKING
(09:21:37 PM) SlyShy: hahahaha
(09:22:36 PM) ExitMouse: A single man sat hunched among the rows of plants, weeding a patch of snap peas. Shadows covered
his downturned face. His gray beard was so long, it lay piled in his lap like a mound of uncombed wool.
Without looking up, the man said, “Well, are you going to help me finish these peas or not? There’s a
meal in it for you if you do.”

Does Eragon have some sort of ‘trust suspicious old men’ instinct?
(09:23:13 PM) SlyShy: hah
(09:30:50 PM) ExitMouse: It was
easy for him to identify them by their frayed shirts and dirty pants and by how they huddled in their chairs
and peered at anyone who came near.

He instinctively looks at strangers’ pants.
(09:32:59 PM) ExitMouse: “Are you alone?”
“No longer. . . . Did you rent a bed for the night?”
He shook his head.
“Good. I already have a room. We can talk there.”

….I am afraid. They are going to share a bed.
(09:33:33 PM) SlyShy: xD
(09:33:33 PM) ExitMouse: and he just described her as exactly as beautiful but in a less exotic and more familiar way.
(09:34:08 PM) SlyShy: yeah…
(09:34:12 PM) ExitMouse: Aside from the table, the only other piece of
furniture was a narrow bed with a single blanket thrown over the ticking.

They are going to share a narrow bed.
(09:34:30 PM) SlyShy: :P
(09:34:46 PM) ExitMouse: Eragon and Arya stood facing each other. Then Eragon reached up and removed the cloth strip tied
around his head, and Arya unfastened the brooch that held her cloak around her shoulders and placed
the garment on the bed. She wore a forest-green dress, the first dress Eragon had seen her in.

They are undressing facing each other.
(09:34:53 PM) ExitMouse: ….
(09:35:44 PM) ExitMouse: It was a strange experience for Eragon to have their appearances reversed, so that he was the one who
looked like an elf, and Arya a human. The change did nothing to diminish his regard for her, but it did
make him more comfortable in her presence, for she was less alien to him now.

Rofl, he knows his mother is reading this so Eragon always has to qualify his statements of “I think she’s hawt” with “I respect her”
(09:35:55 PM) SlyShy: xD
(09:37:24 PM) ExitMouse: Every man has a line he won’t cross, Arya, and I found
mine when I looked upon Sloan. Even if I had Galbatorix as my captive, I would not kill him. I would
take him to Nasuada and King Orrin, and if they condemned him to death, then I would happily lop off
his head, but not before. Call it weakness if you will, but that is how I am made, and I won’t apologize
for it.

So you’re fine with killing legions of imperial warriors, even when you’ve shared their minds and memories, but you’re not fine with killing sloan who you knew three things about
(09:37:42 PM) ExitMouse: it wasn’t even to prevent the feeling of loss his relatives would feel.
(09:37:48 PM) SlyShy: haha
(09:38:02 PM) ExitMouse: that was his initial reason…
(09:38:40 PM) ExitMouse: “Your mother said much the same.”
(09:39:15 PM) SlyShy: haha
(09:40:44 PM) ExitMouse: “A Rider does not walk unnoticed in this world, Eragon.
Except, you know, when he uses his Gary Stu powers to make himself invisible.
(09:40:49 PM) SlyShy: xD
(09:41:26 PM) ExitMouse: “How did you find me?”
“I guessed which route you would take from Helgrind. Luckily for me, my guess placed me forty miles
west of here, and that was close enough for me to locate you by listening to the whispers of the land.”

Reverse order, but, ….he found you Arya, as I recall…
(09:42:05 PM) SlyShy: hah
(09:42:27 PM) ExitMouse: “No. . . .” He rolled his shoulders, weary from the day’s traveling. Pushing back sleep, he waved a hand
at her dress and said, “Have you finally abandoned your shirt and trousers?”

Do not make that comment when you are about to share a bed.
(09:42:29 PM) ExitMouse: Don’t.
(09:42:32 PM) ExitMouse: Please.
(09:43:17 PM) ExitMouse: I’ve lived among the Varden
for more years than I care to recall, yet I still forget how humans insist upon separating their women from
their men.

What, you believe they should ehem interlock more?
(09:43:46 PM) SlyShy: XD
(09:44:45 PM) ExitMouse: That night, Eragon lay in front of the door, while Arya took the bed. Their arrangement was not the
result of deference or courtesy on Eragon’s part.although he would have insisted on giving Arya the
bed in any event.but rather caution. If anyone were to barge into the room, it would seem odd to find a
woman on the floor.
(09:44:47 PM) ExitMouse: PHEW
(09:44:53 PM) ExitMouse: also.
(09:44:57 PM) ExitMouse: ew, paolini.
(09:45:05 PM) ExitMouse: you’re making my innuendo comments for me!
(09:45:08 PM) ExitMouse: that is my job.
(09:45:13 PM) SlyShy: xD
(09:46:01 PM) ExitMouse: He tried every method he knew to relax, but his mind kept
returning to Arya, to his surprise at meeting her, to her comments about his treatment of Sloan, and,
above all else, to the feelings he had for her. What those were exactly, he was unsure. He longed to be
with her, but she had rejected his advances, and that tarnished his affection with hurt and anger, and also
frustration, for while Eragon refused to accept that his suit was hopeless, he could not think of how to

He’s still as stalker as ever. Except now he’s in the same room
(09:46:09 PM) ExitMouse: ….wait
(09:46:36 PM) ExitMouse: this is the second time he’s been pretty much alone with an unconscious Arya…
(09:46:56 PM) SlyShy: xP
(09:48:27 PM) ExitMouse: “You first,” said Arya.
“Please, after you.”
With a sigh of impatience, she tapped her bodice. “A dress is somewhat breezier than a pair of leggings,
Heat flooded his cheeks as he caught her meaning.

$10 says that he knew, and that’s why he said “after you”
(09:48:57 PM) ExitMouse: He carried a
naked sword in one hand.

Second person with a naked sword; Islanzadi had one.
(09:49:35 PM) ExitMouse: Like two strange birds
No! That was dodgy the first time you used it, with sloan
(09:49:43 PM) ExitMouse: THIS IS THE SECOND TIME
(09:49:55 PM) ExitMouse: I am obligated to point out that that metaphor SUCKS
(09:49:58 PM) SlyShy: hahaha
(09:50:25 PM) SlyShy: brb
(09:51:40 PM) SlyShy: Back
(09:53:37 PM) ExitMouse: Taking advantage of the ensuing pause in the conversation, Eragon said, “Nasuada, is Saphira near at
hand? I would like to talk to her. . . . We haven’t spoken since Helgrind.”

That’s cause you’re stupid and haven’t thought of the obvious wonder that is PAIN MORSE CODE
(09:54:30 PM) SlyShy: XDDDD
(09:58:37 PM) ExitMouse: Her thick black hair fell to one side, exposing a strip of smooth skin just above the collar of her
dress. That transfixed him for the better part of a minute, and then he stirred and leaned against the
charred stump.

……..He stared at a patch of skin on the back of Arya’s neck and it transfixed him.
(09:59:10 PM) SlyShy: yeah
(10:03:30 PM) ExitMouse: Nasuada was quiet for several heartbeats, and then in a tone so like Saphira’s that Eragon almost
laughed, she said, “You are well?”

How can Saphira have a tone? She can’t talk.
(10:04:06 PM) SlyShy: badabum
(10:05:03 PM) ExitMouse: A sliver of space appeared around each of the small scales that rimmed Saphira’s eye as the underlying
flesh softened. She blinked long and slow, and he knew she understood his message and that she bore
him no ill will.

She can’t, he’s Gary Stu.
(10:05:18 PM) SlyShy: hah
(10:06:18 PM) ExitMouse: Reaching up, he massaged his right shoulder, cupping the round ball of muscle and exploring it with his
(10:06:20 PM) ExitMouse: ……….
(10:06:28 PM) ExitMouse: I don’t know why, but that just sounds wrong.
(10:06:45 PM) ExitMouse: maybe it’s the use of “exploring”
(10:06:51 PM) ExitMouse: maybe “cupping”
(10:06:55 PM) SlyShy: Maybe it’s because people aren’t made of blubber.
(10:07:01 PM) ExitMouse: xD yes.
(10:07:17 PM) ExitMouse: I meant in terms of innuendo though.
(10:07:32 PM) SlyShy: Yeah, I know :P
(10:07:36 PM) ExitMouse: forgiving for a moment that Roran is being described as more muscular than Popeye
(10:14:45 PM) ExitMouse: He snared his waterskin from beside his bedding, then hurried back into the bright sunlight and,
unstoppering the skin, poured the contents over his back and shoulders. Baths tended to be sporadic and
infrequent events for Roran, but today was an important day, and he wanted to be fresh and clean for
what was to come.
(10:14:47 PM) ExitMouse: Ew.
(10:15:08 PM) ExitMouse: I mean, this is established at least.
(10:15:10 PM) ExitMouse: but still.
(10:15:18 PM) ExitMouse: oh ew
(10:15:30 PM) ExitMouse: With the sharp edge of a polished stick, he scraped the grime off his arms and legs
and out from under his fingernails and then combed his hair and trimmed his beard.
(10:15:46 PM) SlyShy: xD
(10:17:19 PM) ExitMouse: Satisfied that he was presentable, he pulled on his freshly washed tunic, stuck his hammer through his
belt, and was about to head off through the camp when he became aware of Birgit watching him from
behind the corner of the tent. She clenched a sheathed dagger with both hands.

She just watched him take a bath and now feels the need to kill him.
(10:17:21 PM) ExitMouse: I concur.
(10:17:31 PM) SlyShy: xP
(10:21:20 PM) ExitMouse: Crimson spots appeared on Katrina’s cheeks, and she tilted her head back, her lips curving in a
mischievous smile. “My, you are bold, dear sir. Most bold indeed. I’m not sure I should be alone with
you, for fear you might take liberties with me.”
The spirit of her reply set his concern to rest. “Liberties, eh? Well, since you already consider me a
scoundrel, I might as well enjoy some of theseliberties. ” And he kissed her until she broke the contact,
although she remained in his embrace.
“Oh,” she said, out of breath. “You’re a hard man to argue with, Roran Stronghammer.”pユ・
(10:21:24 PM) ExitMouse: …….
(10:21:32 PM) SlyShy: Innuendo
(10:21:41 PM) ExitMouse: I don’t have to point it out, do I?
(10:21:44 PM) SlyShy: Nope.
(10:24:58 PM) ExitMouse: It just so happened that she cared about a group of thousands, while he was committed to his
family and his village.

So wait. The family you don’t have, and the village you deserted that had to trek across the continent battling the Empire to get to safety?
(10:25:11 PM) ExitMouse: oh, roran.
(10:25:13 PM) ExitMouse: phew.
(10:25:18 PM) ExitMouse: disregard that.
(10:25:25 PM) ExitMouse: He still has no family…
(10:25:28 PM) ExitMouse: but whatever.
(10:26:18 PM) ExitMouse: Nasuada’s features and bearing were so different from those of the women Roran had grown up with,
he was not sure how to act.

Translation: He can’t deal with her cause she’s dark-skinned.
(10:26:24 PM) SlyShy: yup
(10:28:19 PM) ExitMouse: “Then I must ask, could you wait and send me on a different expedition, in a few days? I would like to
be here when Eragon returns.”

“I love Gary so very much, and I couldn’t bear to be away from him”
(10:29:29 PM) ExitMouse: “You’re right. I am worried about
Eragon, but of all people he can fend for himself. Seeing him safe and sound isn’t why I want to stay.”

OOH one of Paolini’s famous “character impeccably psychoanalyzes themself and unrealistically recovers from the issue because Paolini can’t write characters that have any sort of mental issues”
(10:29:37 PM) ExitMouse: himself*
(10:30:04 PM) SlyShy: haha
Because he can do anything he wants to.
(10:32:20 PM) SlyShy: haha
(10:34:09 PM) ExitMouse: xD at video
(10:35:33 PM) ExitMouse: “The sooner we are wed, the better it will be for Katrina’s honor. If you understand me at all, know that
I would never ask favors for myself.”

I wonder how bad the writing will be for Roran’s child…maybe they’ll have a personality, more probably they’ll be the first inhabitant of the world without Galbatorix used to stereotypically signify an era change.
(10:35:51 PM) SlyShy: heh
(10:37:08 PM) ExitMouse: it’s so much more difficult to find stuff when Eragon’s not in the scene xD with Eragon it writes itself.
(10:37:40 PM) SlyShy: haha
(10:39:16 PM) ExitMouse: The odor of
the two Urgals was especially pungent.

I swear, that must be the only adjective he knows to describe smell.
(10:39:32 PM) SlyShy: hah
(10:39:36 PM) SlyShy: He might be smell bling
(10:39:38 PM) SlyShy: *blind
(10:39:59 PM) ExitMouse: I think he’s good writing blind.
(10:40:07 PM) SlyShy: haha
(10:41:25 PM) ExitMouse: We are yours, Lady Nasuada, fully and completely. So
please, let the Nighthawks do what they are supposed to do. . . . Let us protect you.”

I swear, there must be some innuendo here, but I’m too sleepy to find it and make a joke about it.
(10:42:10 PM) SlyShy: Nighthawk is a condom brand.
(10:42:24 PM) ExitMouse: …………..are you serious?
(10:43:14 PM) ExitMouse: He was, she thought, a man she might have use for elsewhere. “I see Jormundur has
surrounded me with warriors as skilled with their tongues as they are with their swords,”

Well, if the paragraph is about innuendo then that is shameless
(10:43:36 PM) SlyShy: Yeah
(10:46:32 PM) ExitMouse: It was such a strong smell, and so obviously masculine, Nasuada felt her skin go hot and cold
and crawl with anticipation, and she blushed and was glad it would not show.

Good thing she has Nighthawks.
(10:47:09 PM) ExitMouse: save for two of the women whose hair was like starlight. Eh? what does that look like…..?
(10:51:08 PM) ExitMouse: Again she succumbed to the wanton attraction of Blodhgarm’s odor, imagining what it would feel like to
run her hands through his mane. She only returned to herself when Elva pulled on her left arm, forcing her
to bend over and place her ear close to the witch-child’s mouth. In a low, harsh voice, Elva said,
“Horehound. Concentrate upon the taste of horehound.”
(10:51:24 PM) ExitMouse: …………
(10:51:40 PM) ExitMouse: dear god, and her nighthawk was just broken….unfortunate xD
(10:52:15 PM) SlyShy: hahaha
(10:53:14 PM) ExitMouse: As King Orrin’s thundering cavalcade drew near and Saphira prepared to land, flattening the grass with
the wind from her wings, Nasuada’s last thought was,Oh dear. I’ll have to put a battalion around
Blodhgarm to keep him from being torn apart by the women in the camp. And even that might not
solve the problem!
(10:53:27 PM) ExitMouse: Because then the battalion will have wild gay sex with him.
(10:53:35 PM) SlyShy: xD
(10:54:32 PM) ExitMouse: “We could dig a hole with magic, cover the top with brush, and hide in it until they leave,” said Eragon.

Eragon: “I wanna be in a hole with you”
(10:54:58 PM) SlyShy: xP
(10:55:15 PM) ExitMouse: they really do write themselves near eragon…
(10:57:58 PM) ExitMouse: He would sooner cut off a hand than have
her consider him a coward. And although she was a mighty warrior in her own right, he still felt the desire
to defend her.

Cut off an enemy’s hand. And then kill him. And then everyone he knew. And everyone any of those people knew.
(10:58:11 PM) ExitMouse: And he’d have no moral qualms either.
(10:58:28 PM) SlyShy: mhm
(10:59:07 PM) ExitMouse: How such a massive piece of sculpted foliage supported its own
weight puzzled Eragon, especially since it was dull and lusterless and obviously had not been impregnated
with warm beeswax.

(10:59:12 PM) SlyShy: hahaha
(11:02:20 PM) ExitMouse: Eragon gasped and doubled over, cradling his throbbing hand. Four of his knuckles were disjointed, and
white cartilage showed through his mangled skin.Blast, he thought as hot blood poured from the wounds.
His fingers refused to move when he ordered them to; he realized that his hand would be useless until he
could heal it. Fearing another attack, he looked around for Arya and the rest of the soldiers.

He just punched a man through the stomach and he’s worried about his hand. And simultaneously, his only reaction to a completely dysfunctional hand that’s spouting blood is “blast”
(11:02:50 PM) ExitMouse: “Why are you doing this? You’re a monster!” screamed the man. With an expression of pure terror, he
made an attempt to dash around Eragon and return to the road. Eragon overtook him in less than ten
feet, and as the man was still crying and asking for clemency, Eragon wrapped his left hand around his
neck and squeezed. When he relaxed his grip, the soldier fell across his feet, dead.
(11:02:56 PM) ExitMouse: Eragon has issues.
(11:03:00 PM) SlyShy: yeah
(11:03:17 PM) ExitMouse: “How is it,” asked Arya, “you could kill that man, but you could not bring yourself to lay a finger on
Sloan?” She stood and faced him, her gaze frank.

That’s my point.
(11:03:39 PM) SlyShy: haha
(11:05:32 PM) ExitMouse: Devoid of emotion, he shrugged. “He was a threat. Sloan wasn’t. Isn’t it obvious?”
Arya was quiet for a while. “It ought to be, but it isn’t. . . . I am ashamed to be instructed in morality by
one with so much less experience. Perhaps I have been too certain, too confident of my own choices.”

1: He should definitely not be devoid of emotion. He has issues.
2: His gary sue powers make his moral choice instantly correct and immediately accepted by anyone who could possibly harbor a grudge against him
(11:06:04 PM) ExitMouse: Eragon heard her speak, but the words meant nothing to him as his gaze drifted over the corpses.Is this
all my life has become? he wondered.A never-ending series of battles? “I feel like a murderer.”

Hrmmmmm….. maybe that’s cause you’ve killed thousands of people?
(11:07:05 PM) ExitMouse: His jaw muscles knotted for a moment. “Why are we fighting these men, Arya?”
“Because they stand between us and Galbatorix.”
“Then we should find a way to strike at Galbatorix directly.”
Suddenly roles reverse? Eragon has issues.
(11:07:57 PM) ExitMouse: Anger flashed across Arya’s face. “I will forgive that only because you are distraught and not of your
right mind. Think, Eragon! It is too late in the day for anyone to be coddling you. Why is this necessary?”

(11:09:05 PM) SlyShy: hhaa
(11:14:53 PM) ExitMouse: Arya seemed embarrassed. Looking away, out over the plains, she said, “I am glad you were by my
side today, Eragon.”
“And you by mine.”

……….ew romance cliches.
(11:14:55 PM) ExitMouse: ew.
(11:15:08 PM) ExitMouse: she will blush, and they will move up one relationship step.
(11:15:19 PM) ExitMouse: and then there will be an intimate chat about beliefs.
(11:15:26 PM) SlyShy: hahaha
(11:15:33 PM) ExitMouse: and then they will kiss randomly at some point.
(11:16:06 PM) ExitMouse: and then they will fuck off camera.
(11:16:32 PM) ExitMouse: anyway.
(11:16:41 PM) ExitMouse: with that terrible mental image aside…
(11:16:59 PM) ExitMouse: dear god.
(11:17:09 PM) ExitMouse: ………..it’s actually literally a fireside scene?
(11:17:14 PM) ExitMouse: ………
(11:17:18 PM) ExitMouse: ……………………………….
(11:17:46 PM) SlyShy: hahaha
(11:18:05 PM) ExitMouse: xD except he’s thinking about his hands.
(11:18:16 PM) ExitMouse: and how it would be awesome to have spikes for knuckles.
(11:18:18 PM) ExitMouse: rofl.
(11:18:32 PM) SlyShy: hahahaha
(11:19:19 PM) ExitMouse: he makes leather knob knuckles with magic xD
(11:20:06 PM) ExitMouse: …….
(11:20:20 PM) ExitMouse: Instead, he asked,
“Does it bother you when you kill?”
Arya’s green eyes narrowed. “Neither I nor the rest of my people eat the flesh of animals because we
cannot bear to hurt another creature to satisfy our hunger, and you have the effrontery to ask if killing
disturbs us? Do you really understand so little of us that you believe we are coldhearted murderers?”
“No, of course not,” he protested. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Then say what you mean, and do not give insult unless it is your intention.”
Choosing his words with greater care now, Eragon said, “I asked this of Roran before we attacked
Helgrind, or a question very like it. What I want to know is, how do you feel when you kill? How are you
supposed to feel?” He scowled at the fire. “Do you see the warriors you have vanquished staring back at
you, as real as you are before me?”
(11:20:29 PM) ExitMouse: SHIT
(11:20:54 PM) SlyShy: haha
(11:21:18 PM) ExitMouse: “I examined my reasons for killing to determine if they were just. Satisfied they were, I asked myself if
our cause was important enough to continue supporting it, even though it would probably require me to
kill again. Then I decided that whenever I began to think of the dead, I would picture myself in the
gardens of Tialdari Hall.”

Paolini, you have no idea how you recover from mental issues, do you. I mean, you clearly haven’t gotten over yours…
(11:21:36 PM) SlyShy: haha
(11:25:33 PM) ExitMouse: “How is it,” he asked, “that Durza was able to ambush you, Glenwing, and Faolin with Urgals? Didn’t
you have wards to protect yourself against physical attacks?”
“The arrows were enchanted.”
“Were the Urgals spellcasters, then?”
Closing her eyes, Arya sighed and shook her head. “No. It was some dark magic of Durza’s invention.
He gloated about it when I was in Gil’ead.”

Always having to change your magic system because it doesn’t actually work…
(11:26:10 PM) SlyShy: hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahah
(11:26:23 PM) SlyShy: Just wanted to see how fast I could mash two keys
(11:26:27 PM) ExitMouse: ……………………..dear god they’re discussing past love…..
(11:27:07 PM) ExitMouse: A pang of jealousy afflicted Eragon. He wrestled with it, subdued it, and tried to eliminate it but was not
altogether successful. A slight remnant of the feeling continued to aggravate him, like a splinter burrowing
underneath his skin

Eragon has issues…
(11:28:12 PM) ExitMouse: She gave him a wan smile. “And then you came, Eragon. You and Saphira. After hope had deserted me
and I was about to be taken to Galbatorix in Uru’baen, a Rider appeared to rescue me. A Rider and
“And Morzan’s son,” he said. “Bothof Morzan’s sons.”
“Describe it how you will, it was such an improbable rescue, I occasionally think that I did go mad and
that I’ve imagined everything since.”
(11:28:15 PM) ExitMouse: Oh, but you have.
(11:28:18 PM) ExitMouse: you have.
(11:29:47 PM) SlyShy: haha
(11:30:17 PM) ExitMouse: by that do you mean echochrome?
(11:31:10 PM) ExitMouse: Reaching out, Eragon placed his right hand over her left. “The stories about the heroes of old never
mention that this is the price you pay when you grapple with the monsters of the dark and the monsters of
the mind. Keep thinking about the gardens of Tialdari Hall, and I’m sure you will be fine.”

they’re holding hands ._.
(11:31:16 PM) SlyShy: lol
(11:31:31 PM) ExitMouse: Arya permitted the contact between them to endure for almost a minute, a time not of heat or passion for
Eragon, but rather of quiet companionship. He made no attempt to press his suit with her, for he
cherished her trust more than anything besides his bond with Saphira and he would sooner march into
battle than endanger it.

rofl, he knows his mother is reading this.
(11:34:46 PM) ExitMouse: No,thought Eragon,that I will not . He twirled the ring around his finger, admiring how it gleamed in the
firelight.Since Murtagh stole Zar’roc, this, Saphira’s saddle, and Snowfire are the only things I
have of Brom, and even though the dwarves brought Snowfire from Farthen Dur, I rarely ride
him nowadays. Aren is really all I have to remember him by. . . . My only legacy of him. My only
inheritance. I wish he were still alive! I never had a chance to talk with him about Oromis,
Murtagh, my father. . . . Oh, the list is endless. What would he have said about my feelings for
Arya? Eragon snorted to himself.I know what he would have said: he would have berated me for
being a love-struck fool and for wasting my energy on a hopeless cause. . . . And he would have
been right too, I suppose, but, ah, how can I help it? She is the only woman I wish to be with .
(11:34:54 PM) ExitMouse: This internal monologue is messed up
(11:35:07 PM) ExitMouse: do I really have to mention the myriad of things that are wrong about it?
(11:35:32 PM) SlyShy: haha
(11:36:24 PM) ExitMouse: Arya signed a stop to the sentence she had been writing on the ground. Bending over, Eragon read,
Adrift upon the sea of time, the lonely god wanders from shore to distant shore, upholding the
laws of the stars above .

Lovestruck, Arya writes a poem about Dr. Who.
(11:37:50 PM) SlyShy: haha


  1. ExitMouse on 26 September 2008, 01:25 said:

    ……..wow I wrote a lot.

  2. SlyShy on 26 September 2008, 01:36 said:

    It looks like more with all those linebreaks, but yeah.

  3. Corsair on 26 September 2008, 04:04 said:

    Elanor, you’re wrong. Arya will fall for him. Middle of Book IV. Maybe Book V. Certainly before Book VI. Kiss, …the works.

  4. GC on 26 September 2008, 09:39 said:

    WTF I must read this book. If I were still on DEM I would sig the cupping balls part, it’s the brilliantest piece of writing I have ever read. Either Pao-Pao is subconsciously writing semi-porn because he hasn’t got any at 25, or (and I’m expecting this any day now) he’s going to jump out one day and say – ‘I CANNOT BEAR THIS ANY LONGER YOU ARE READING AND HAVING SERIOUS PHILOSOPHICAL DISCUSSIONS ABOUT THIS SHIT IT WAS A JOKE SURELY YOU HAVE REALIZED THAT BY NOW AND HOW CAN YOU BUY SO MANY OF THESE CRAPPY BOOKS REPLETE WITH CLICHES AND IGNORE THE INNUENDOS AND GIVE THEM TO YOUR CHILDREN?’

  5. Garrick on 27 September 2008, 06:18 said:

    Finally finished the bk. Took much longer than usual to plow through it because I kept mentally revising as I went along. Gave me serious headaches.

    I’m relatively sure I’ve read worse. But I’m equally sure I never made myself plod on to the bitter end like I did with this one.

    BRISINGR isn’t just bad.

    It’s horrifyingly bad.

    Entire hours of my life I will never get back. I ought to sue.

    OTOH…If you’ve laid the bk aside, as I did, out of wholesale disgust, I recommend picking it back up. The final chapters are priceless. Especially if you see the sword as a classic phallic symbol. Too d*mn funny. Disturbing. But funny.

  6. empirexstate on 27 September 2008, 20:27 said:

    This is too damn fantastic.

  7. insanehusky on 29 September 2008, 23:50 said:

    This is too hilarious!

    And, yes, innuendos do seem to write themselves around Eragon. XD

  8. eviin on 30 September 2008, 13:10 said:

    Hmm..I really don’t care about Arya and Eragon, what a really want to read about is Roran and Katrina!Oh wait, I already know about them because he talks about it EVERY DAMM PAGE, AND HIS LONGING TO RAPE ARYA!….So, nothing new

  9. Snow White Queen on 6 October 2008, 22:38 said:

    oh my god you guys are geniusues!

    couldn’t stop reading this (even though i had a million things i needed to do)

    now i kind of have a sneaking desire to read brisingr just to see exactly how bad it is…

    never would have noticed all the innuendo though…and this is acceptable for children?

    c.p., get some help.

  10. Virgil on 6 October 2008, 22:42 said:

    Hehe, Queen go read the end of the ‘Everything Wrong with Eragon’, the part where he’s being examined by the Twins. I didn’t even notice it until I read it here, it made me laugh so hard. . . hehe.

  11. Lord Snow on 6 October 2008, 23:15 said:

    XD Yeah, Virgil, that was fun to make. I could have made it so much worse… but I didn’t want to cross the line.

  12. Snow White Queen on 8 October 2008, 00:36 said:


    yeah, i read the part you mentioned. i was almost in convulsions, it was that funny.

    is christopher paolini really so sheltered that he doesn’t see what he’s writing down on paper? or do we just have dirty minds?

  13. RandomVisitor on 9 October 2008, 19:07 said:

    “is christopher paolini really so sheltered that he doesn’t see what he’s writing down on paper? or do we just have dirty minds?” -Snow White Queen

    Uh, no… I’m pretty sure that, dirty minds or no, that little piece of writing (the part with the twins) was right on par with… well… actually, in an effort to prevent this site from becoming R rated, I’d better not say. That pretty much convinced me that CP’s subconscious mind is playing some sort of dark sexual film in a far off corner of his brain, though.

  14. Snow White Queen on 15 October 2008, 11:08 said:

    haha, yeah that’s probably true.

  15. bobtheenchantedone on 2 November 2008, 21:10 said:

    My brother and I were in hysterics over the pain morse code. Lovely. : D

  16. Joe on 11 November 2008, 21:32 said:

    This actually makes me want to read this book so I can have a really good laugh.

  17. Snow White Queen on 11 November 2008, 23:20 said:

    I know, me too!

  18. Rand on 17 November 2008, 22:04 said:

    Haha, that made for a satisfying good read.
    Why are kids allowed to read it?

  19. Random Wanderer and Fan on 23 December 2008, 21:32 said:

    Oh, oh! PLEASE list the ‘myriad of things’ wrong with the monologue!


    It would be amusing and FUNNY—most likely—like the rest of your work.

  20. Alistair on 22 October 2010, 03:00 said:

    Eka eddyr Alistair un eka eddyr 10 LOL