Talk:Harpy/@comment-82.37.23.250-20150222215916/@comment-26115871-20150316154503

"You'll have to ask my wife."

And she does. As she does so I get myself breakfast. While doing so I hear the shotgun go off, and I sigh as the harpy walks into the room with the shotgun in hand. "She didn't say no!"

Meh, good enough. She drags me out of the house, past my wife's severed head, which simply glares at us. The harpy and I just roll our eyes as we leave the house.

"Why ARE you married to a living doll, anyways?"

"Because I can't seem to get unmarried to her."