h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

[Hands over- what is apparently a bag of said marbles, (one which he had found while having had tripped down the cellar-steps earlier).]

"Oh-these? Here ya go."
You seem to make plenty of sense to me (I think).

"Oh, that."

Am dreadfully , about this whole "'lightning'-fingers"-thing. (really).

*surreptitiously steals back marbles*

Silly silly seemingly all powerful druid guy. You cannot contemplate the things I've seen!

I've seen a squirrel hauling a chicken leg up a tree, I've seen!

"And I'd believe it" (says, while noticing the sharp claws of said cat-person), because be-hind/(beneath(?)) that 'evil-ness' you are probably wise (oh! surprise, surprise. Hey,-that rhymes)."

-'hattrick'!

Me? Oh, why no,-no I'm not "all-powerful." Just more like " 'multi'-powerful" or pluri-skilled (I think).

"Say, aren't you supposedly also the lizard guy's bro.?"

tha's .

*note the staff/wizarding rod that Thorn has, strapped to his back.*
It is of a rather exceedingly fine quality dark-grained wood w/a darker finish, & capped w/ a tiny 'glow' orb. The -ing rod ends in a scythe. Therefore, you could say that it is a long-handled scythe, worn w/the blade part facing towards the ground. For easier over-the-shoulder reach, if & when the need be, mind you (but the need not be.- right now).

"..."

I am related to Anole of the Dragonhouse, yes. Nice scythe thingy. How do you handle it?

"A-chicken-leg, eh?"

*his stomach can be heard kind of growling ()*

"...That reminds me,-I'm kinda hungry."
Eh, heh.

Join ussssss. Join the dark side. We have a breakfast buffet.

The scythe? Oh, y'mean my scythe ('cuz I'll make ya a diff. one of yer own too, all ye need do is ask. )? It's a lot like your standard wizard's rod + a fighting staff. The scythe blade is to make it better for melee/combat.

*picture ning through past a whole line of foes while doing one sweep. Holds 1 stance as }Eeert!{s to a halt. The whole line of enemies goes down, w/ a small-pyrotechnic display going on simultaneous in the background.* @ the same time.

"Well..."

Dark side? Of what? the "chat-room" ?
(then disturbingly w/out his lips moving):
: <>
(the next statement immediately made is even more jarring in contrast. Especially since it is said w/ a ):

"Pretty neat trick, huh."

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""

...

*blink* You are like an uber-multi poster. Too much to say to fit in one post?

Anywho, the Evil Army would love to have you aboard. Aboard the company boat. The S.S. Why-do-people-give-boats-silly-names.

[Idly spins/twirls the scythe w/out much further theatricality,-than if say, he were going about a leisurely stroll through/in the park.]: -ing too a bit, mind you.

*One is to make note of the apparent light-saber-y noises that the scythe is making as oddly-colored, electricity-like energy arcs lazily, emanating in such a way as trail off of the blade*

"So, like, say I make one for ya, then what color'd ya like the wooden handle to be? designs etched onto the blade a bit much, or no?"

: "Oh, am I really. ?"

The ever-quickening spinning of the blade is put at an immediate stop. The arc-ing energy has disappeared as though were it never there (Yet, there is still somewhat of an obvious residual glowing to the entire blade).

[Thorn leans on his -ing scythe-rod w/both hands, as though it were, say merely a walking stick/cane, instead (which it very well is not!).].

Heh.

<< For fun, -why,-It's for fun-they do.>>
"Thought a clever, like yerself would 'ave known that one."

[Sees extended-retractable claws]

"Of course (), I did-realize that you were kidding."
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One is to make careful note of the shoulder pads to Thorn's tailed-longcoat, how they have (what are) almost comical 'X' s for the eyes. Also of his hobnailed boots. + miniature 'codex' off of a silver chain (w/his pocketwatch, monocle and,- altogether 5 golden rings ).

Bye.

I have no need of a scythe. I possess the legendary and rare Twin Swords of Good and Evil. I undertook an perilious quest to obtain them from their ancient hiding place as a prize in my cereal box.