[01:03]a dying groom:
LOL!!! so how was that charity event?
[01:04]my apertame hope:
it went o.k...
i got a job offer at the end of it. as a waiter. again.
[01:06]a dying groom:
pshhhhhhh, loveley, itay. ur really on the fast lane to become a master servant, are'nt you?
[01:10]my aspertame hope:
yhea, they should call me Jeeves.
Ahhh yes.....this better be Herbal Tea freshly harvested from India, none of that domestic crap....
*drinks tea in utter bliss, completely not noticing huge lugie* Good tea, Itay.
Draw me a bath of fresh hyeina milk and goose oil with fresh red rose petles...and make it SNAPPY.
Oh yes, the will; I suppose such things are neccessary, though I'd rather have my millions buried with me where no one can touch it.
*Sees bath*
This doesn't look like my normal hyeina milk/goose oil...and where are the damn rose petels?!? Oh well, no matter...
*hops in, immediately disintegrates*