"I can do anything." RedBear transformed into Sol, looking like him, sounding like him, and wearing his clothes. "Ya know, these demon horns seem like an evolutionary dead end. They don't do anything nor do I see them ever used." Then he turned back to normal.
The world is a stage and a stage is a world of entertainment.
Why does anybody do anything? Shear absolute boredom!
Sol’s eyes widened. “Just like Deceit..!” Deceit was a fellow side from back home. He paused at RedBear’s comment on his horns, and sighed. “...I wasn’t even like this until a couple hours ago, y’know.”
Do you how do? I use any pronouns :) Get in losers, we're going napping
I don't care what the miserable excuse is
for showing the death of books, live, on screen.
Men, I could understand; but books! - — Edwin Morgan, From the Video Box 2
