Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160706093130/@comment-26517142-20160707233855

OZMA: You met... my father?

JEIEL: Apparently, he did and Nunnaly seconds it. And he.... said we....

OZMA: Oh don't believe him! He's an old coot! He was kind of nanas.

JEIEL: Your father Harmon Magdalene was bananas? Seriously?

OZMA: (nods) By the way, isn't this a pretty wedding dress? I'm so excited for the coming week!

JEIEL: OZMA... your father said we -

OZMA: I tell you. Don't listen. He's such a party pooper. Ne?

JEIEL: Ozma,  I don't think your father would go through possessing bodies just to be loony. He's warning us that -

(Sees and feels something odd with OZMA. Like she was onto something.)

JEIEL: Okay. He must be wrong. Ill see you, OZMA.

OZMA:Bye dear. (Blows a kiss as holo device fades)