Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26382670-20160418162411/@comment-26382670-20160419050645

Such a poor thing of traps. The Chesire concoted a small trap for you. Rather instead of that. It was a stroke of genius for the lewdly mad Chesire cat. He found he had ran into a party. A Hatter's party. With the lone Mad Hatter smiling at him.

The Chesire cat was already sitting on a chair, Before he could do anything else. He found himself on hte lap of the Madhatter who greeted him with such a play on words that could make the most hard headed blush with lewdness.

Now it seemed was too late for him to escape. But he had a choice.

Take a bite of the small Sandwhiches that were made for this tea party. Or Drink the tea.

It seemed odd to think this much about what to choose. But every choice mattered. No matter how trivial or small.