Magical Sailor Fuku

...wait, something is wrong with that title.

Oh well, some have said I am a little (a lot) eccentric. Others have said that the cup is always half full.

I am not half baked, but fully and completely baked. Occasionally I am delicious. On rare occasions I am even sweet.

But what does this have to do with me? Or you? Nothing. Just that it should describe me, but only on my good days, which are numbered.

I think I've been here before and I might have posted before, but one can never be to sure of those things, especially when you look at dates. Confusing little things, taste nothing like january should taste.

But enough about you.

How are you?

*OMNOMNOMNOMNOM*

Ha-ha, you fool! You've fallen for one of the classic blunders! The most famous, of course, is never get involved with someone carrying a basket filled with tomapples; but, only slightly less well-known is this: never eat a baked potato when your gender is on the line! Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Ah-ha-ha-hah--!

X_X

*Falls over, dead*

Huh, interesting. A baked potato...mind if I eat you? XD I just need some salt, pepper, and some butter. Hrm...

Why must I be singled out for such voracious treatment? the transcendental nature of that which is strange, oh I am remiss :/

That's what you get for passing oneself off as a fresh and delicious side dish. You don't want to get eaten, look less appetizing. I'm not sure if we ever met before, but no matter whether we did or not, welcome back.

perhaps we have spoken, in dreams or in a convection oven, of things I cant be to sure. You might have noticed my grasp on my brain is as tenuous as the aluminum foil that bonds the universe together.

but I do so enjoy meeting new faces that I already know.

I am being chewed on, my bits, the soft things, they are not comfortable with this.

you, with the ears, I will hit you with a tinfoil hat if you continue. or if you don't continue.

I am sad

Is something the matter, spud? Is it not your destiny to be eaten?

You know, a lot of people dream of being eaten by a handsome catboy.














Wait...

It was too much for my tin foil hat. Of course, it was too difficult for me. And for the microwave

we just didn't have the power.

But someday we will be...

Because, we have already begun

You're a carpenter?

Something tells me that Musa likes you, baked potato. :D

Regardless, welcome to MSF!

Have fun, make friends, and play nice!