We are a witch. I say 'We are' because there are four of us in this one body. Although, technically, only two of us are proper witches: myself, Inexplicable DeVice, and my SubConscious. The other two are witches by proxy: The Host (who shall remain nameless due to the nature of his work) who supplies his body for interaction in the physical world, and his SubConscious - a stubborn and contrary piece of work if ever I shared a body with one. Together, we are a formidable foe with various collectable accessories (All sold seperately. Contents and colour may vary. Not suitable for children under the age of 3. No, 5. Actually, make that 8. Oh sod it, 16. And that's my final offer). Now bugger off. I'm busy!
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CAKE!!!
Bowling Ball!
Oh Hai MJ!
*hopes the Transformers hover car can be found at Castle DeVice*
The doll scares me. Bury it in the next-door neighbours basement or maybe under their pool.
Only one of my pink items was approved by her pickyness. I feel like I deserve to have all my items represented.
Cake!
"Cop that young Arry" living at Castle Device?...
I almost mistook him for a Ginger Hugger...
OH... Is that SP's new Pink thingy?
It looks so Loofah Like...
Oh Hai All...
No pretty pink vajayjay?
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