Faerie Spyware
Recognizing the upper hand, Tinkletoes stands up. He exits the living room and crosses the hall way with reignited confidence. The self-proclaimed mercenary knocks on High Command’s door. “Go Away.” Knock-knock-knock. “I know the sound of your knock. Go Away!” Knock-knock-knock. Writer Lady has already began talking before she opens the door. “Banned means you can’t come in, if you don’t believe me I will be happy to show you a dictionary.” “There are no Nathans.” Tinkletoes says. “That is your argument?” Writer Lady eyes Tinkletoes suspiciously. “Yes.” “Would you mind stepping into the living room please.” Writer Lady heads for the living room making it a point of closing the door to High Command behind her, just in case some Halo playing, baked good eating Neanderthal tries to pull a fast one. “If you would turn your attention to Exhibit A and tell the jury what you see.” Tinkletoes says. “A full living room, an empty cupcake container..