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[Three wishes are the sort of things that someone like Twister could contemplate over for eternity. But he does not have an eternity, he has simply a month. Which is much longer than this place usually allows for its events (perhaps it did this purposely to throw him off, because it knows he's wise to its system), so he should be glad to have that long to plan out what to do with them.

But he takes some small satisfaction in knowing that his first wish is purely selfish.

Twister does not make the same mistake as Don - he does not wish for Peacock to be here, because he knows that would simply result in the pet peacock Anton keeps to appear where he is at present.

So, after some consideration, he words his wish differently.]

I wish for the Dressing Room to manifest within these walls in its human form and be forced to live here amongst its residents.

[He knows full well that this will end up being the one Peacock selects as his temporary wish, but even a single month will amuse him.]

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My rules are for my benefit, not yours. If I choose to break them, that is up to me.

[Hope you enjoy getting random event'd regardless of whether there's an event on.]

Then why make them at all? I assume that its because you want to lure us into a false sense of security. You clearly get off on making a bunch of lesser being dance for your amusement.

Makes me wonder how well you lasted against beings on your own level. But I suppose that's another thing I can make an assumption about.

Edited (typos everywhere...) 2012-09-05 20:04 (UTC)

[It tenses, visibly, and (just for a moment, the briefest moment before it's inflicting pain on Twister again) sorrow passes over its face.]

That is something you do not speak about.

I'm right.

[That's all he needs to say. Even the crippling pain isn't enough to curb his amusement.]

No. But regardless of whether you were right or not, you do not speak of this.

[This isn't enough; it flicks a hand, instead, and this time Twister is thrown into the nearest wall.]

[He slams against the wall, slumping down. He tries to stop his mind from assessing potential broken bones. Too late.]

...I bet you miss him. Or "it" to your kind. But this was definitely a him.

Cease this.

[It's not accompanied by pain, this time.

Peacock looks like it's bearing all the pain itself.]

Now.

[That alone causes Twister to reconsider.]

...Very well.

Good.

[Have another flash of pain for good measure.]

You ought to learn to follow commands.

You wouldn't want me if I could follow commands.

[They both know that's true. Why would Twister even want Tyrannus if Tyrannus could follow commands, after all?]

There are certain places it would be preferable.

Then I shall follow your wonderful example and obey the rules that you lay down in those departments.