Talk:Cupid/@comment-192.119.224.90-20150627045840/@comment-26219553-20150705160530

Me: "Alright, but on one condition."

Cupid: "Sure, name it!"

Me: "Every one thousand years, a little bird flies to the top of the tallest mountain in the world and sharpens its beak on the summit. The day that bird has worn the mountain down to a speck of gravel is the day I have to decide."

Cupid: "..." *nocks bow, aims at my head*

Me: "ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, I'LL CHOOSE NOW, DAMN IT!"

(tbh, my choice would probably be a one of the onis or an ogre)