ScaratheWolf
Scara is on her honeymoon; Currently Ronin
The west comes to assist the attackers

Probably....After 30 minutes of camping outside the bathroom - knocking and sweet-talking - she finally agreed to come out. She says she'll be staying with her mother for a while. Does that mean she's still mad at me?
I dunno :0*the ensuing hat looks very muffiny-tasty*
*the anthro sea bass museum curator that was lying on your dinner plate leaves in a huff*
*Tries to figure out what animal this burrito looks like. A donkey, maybe?*
Daww thanks dear~ I putted tons of love into that drawing uwuOhhh looks amazing dear!
OwODid you.. Eat me? :O
Hmmmm vores @w@What, no D: Or if I did, I didn't mean to D: The maney said "vores" and I just went along D:
Easy! Skittles!!How do you taste like, btw? D:
Cinnamon!!! And fløøf! HeheheCinnamon and hairballs~
(Dawww same really <333Aww... I'm not a fan of either. However~
*grabs your head and kisses your cheek*
Love seeing you around even for a bit!
I wasn't able to completely remove the coconut odor but at least it's milder now - as in it doesn't cause my nose to wrinkle up. The stench is almost as bad as that time my dumb rear thought it would be a good idea to use Axe Bodywash as detergent. Ha-ha-ha no.
Oh, the locaris is anonymous. OK, I'll pretend I do not recognize him :3I dunno :0
Looks like an anomalocaris maybe? Owo
*opens the house door and looks at the monster coconut*.....
*the monster coconut asks if it could borrow a cup of sugar. it is doing some baking**opens the house door and looks at the monster coconut*.....
...ok then....
...*gives it a cup**the monster coconut asks if it could borrow a cup of sugar. it is doing some baking*
*next, a monster avocado bursts through the door. it wants a chalice of pepper*...*gives it a cup*
Huhh have a good day...
What is this, a salade party or something??*next, a monster avocado bursts through the door. it wants a chalice of pepper*
What is this, a salade party or something??
*a pineapple in a stereotypical bandito outfit bursts in through the door! "Vamos! Saladé!" it screams. It wants a cup of all of your gold.*What is this, a salade party or something??
*The pawlice tell you to get out. That is "not a hotel", apparently*What's that? The vegan edition of a sausage party?
I'll see myself to jail.
Well i...*looks around for the desert harmonica but then shrugs**a pineapple in a stereotypical bandito outfit bursts in through the door! "Vamos! Saladé!" it screams. It wants a cup of all of your gold.*
*dramatic desert harmonica*
*The pawlice tell you to get out. That is "not a hotel", apparently*
*His accomplice, Banana Kid, looks at you like grr*Well i...*looks around for the desert harmonica but then shrugs*
Well i think you are out luck there my juicy friend, because touch my gold and you are good as cold drink for the summer...so make like a banana and split
*looks at them and just grabs them,throwing them out the window before closing it**His accomplice, Banana Kid, looks at you like grr*
*they push past you brusquely, firing their revolvers in the air as they look in drawers and under your couch, presumably looking for the gold*
*they have to pause periodically to reload, which lessens the effect somewhat, but it gets the message across*
*touches your gold but is considerate enough to wear protective gloves - no need to soil riches with gross human bacteria*Well i...*looks around for the desert harmonica but then shrugs*
Well i think you are out luck there my juicy friend, because touch my gold and you are good as cold drink for the summer...so make like a banana and split
*an angry fruit seller bursts in through the door. "MY FRUIT", he yells, angrily. He wants a cup of monetary recompense**looks at them and just grabs them,throwing them out the window before closing it*
Yeahhh no, i am not getting robbed by fruit
Carefull i put traps near it*touches your gold but is considerate enough to wear protective gloves - no need to soil riches with gross human bacteria*
Well yo- *looks around for the harmonica* whos playing that?...*an angry fruit seller bursts in through the door. "MY FRUIT", he yells, angrily. He wants a cup of monetary recompense*
*dramatic courtroom harmonica*
*gasps, but not at the fact that he almost got crushed but... eww, that's a nasty ball*Carefull i put traps near it
*a giant spike ball falls just inchest from you*
*the ball shines clean**gasps, but not at the fact that he almost got crushed but... eww, that's a nasty ball*
*sprays spiked ball with disinfectants*
*turns out that the harmonica is being played by Sweettone, the dramatic harmonica rat*Well yo- *looks around for the harmonica* whos playing that?...
Well your fruit were trying to steal my stuff