re: my previous post about fucking with jerk nerds, I would like to add that I have a really good poker face when i want to mess with people
in high school I told my sister the little pockmarks in snow in winter (from cars’ tires spraying or people tossing gravel/salt) were actually from “snow sharks”, which live in the more northern parts of quebec and come down here when it’s cold enough, and are tiny and eel-like and make those holes when they leap out of the snow at people
and she believed me, because i looked so serious when i was telling her about them
those jerk nerds would be so friggin chagrined about their lack of knowledge, like, right up till they got home and checked google.
:)
What do you ask the god of mischief? How does one go about being such a master of malevolence like yourself, my lord? -kneels and bows head-
Most certain, bowing is a wise way to begin. Further to that, I would suggest tributes, flattery and oaths of loyalty.
Or you could ask for advice. One of the best parts about being away from Asgard is that people finally listen to my incredible words of wisdom. My advice will never, ever lead you astray.
Ever.
