trickierthanthou: (→but first things first)
DEAR SANTA:

I want a pony for Christmas.

I want my chip taken out. Wouldn't that be a nice gift? Then I could give eeeeeeeveryone else something even better!

Aside from that, I want a ton of chocolate bars, gummy bears, sour straws, and other assorted candy. And I mean a ton literally.

I want a new mattress for my bed and flannel sheets. The good kind! It's damn cold in this place. Speaking of cold, some new clothes with lots of jackets included.

A jacuzzi.

A lamborghini.

No wait, an Ariel Atom. Hells yeah!

My own private jet.

I want a pendant for Castiel.
[Insert drawing of this symbol here.] Pure silver works best.

A wooden stake for Dean. I'm sure he wishes it worked. ♥

Oh, and my dog! Damn thing is liable to bite someone's hand off without me around.

Think you can handle that, Santa? Come on. It ain't even that hard of a list.

-Loki
trickierthanthou: (→I shall spread the buttery justice—!)
[Looks like someone discovered the human condition known as sleep. The Trickster is laid out on his side for all intents and purposes dead to the world. Anyone in Marshall 301/2 might have noticed he's been this lethargic lump on the bed for the past 48 hours or so. Also that he was gone for half of Sunday and when he returned is when he shut himself in his room and became very oddly quiet. Now he's asleep when the device turns itself on.

He appears to be wrapped up in one of the snuggies (zebra print!) that appeared during Halloween--only he wasn't here for Halloween. There is also a rather alarming amount of candy wrappers strewn across the bed with the Trickster. Someone has also discovered the very human reaction of a tummy ache due to too many sweets in a short period of time.

He groans and rolls over and that's when his hand slaps across the device--which, none-too pleased, decides to reward the Trickster with a hilariously ironic prank
ZZZAP that instantly wakes the pagan god with a start and a yelp.]

Gods be damned... Mother fucker--!

[He throws the device across the room where it hits the wall with a heavy THUNK and bounces onto the floor, turning off on the second tumble.]
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