You keep poking at him, and poking some more with your fingers that are in no way any type of fairy or related to fantasy creatures in any way. Right on his face, shoulder, stomach, sides. This kid has to have some sort of "ON" button, right? If anything, there's got to be some sort of end all troll ticklish zone.
You wonder if you should maybe get some shaving cream first.
Naw. That's more of John's thing. Totally not something you would do, except in some amazingly ironic circumstance that called for no less an action.
After plenty of pokes, you start to wonder if you can die in the afterlife.
You just want to move this gray blob so you can enjoy your own futon while playing fantastically shitty video games.
Dave: Wake this guy up for real. (FILL: TEAM Aradia<>Dave)
You wonder if you should maybe get some shaving cream first.
Naw. That's more of John's thing. Totally not something you would do, except in some amazingly ironic circumstance that called for no less an action.
After plenty of pokes, you start to wonder if you can die in the afterlife.
You just want to move this gray blob so you can enjoy your own futon while playing fantastically shitty video games.
Dave: Grab the bull by the horns.