[h2]Dirk Messir - First Rule of Furfriendery[/h2]
[i]Aww, He Really Does Like You! I Knew It All Along![/i]

I too also did know that, Big Guy. Thenk. But, he lied, for his true friend is the furfriend in the fur blanket up on the fur roof. Only that is the real best friend. But it's okay, Dirk can be the second best friend when they are the best friends togewther with each other and do nice friend times with their friends.

[i]You're making excuses to shore up your own pathetic lack of social skills. You're a waste of space.[/i]

Shut up, Derek, he's just mad that he can't make his own friends because he's a voice in your head. We can have real times. First, drank the cereal and milk and cereal. It's the thirst quencierest. Wait, not. No. Okay but there's more time to do now!

'Okay but Bonesword,' Dirk says, standing and going around the table to the skellington. 'You need to not lie at me please. I know the truth.' And the truth is the truth Boneswords already knows, so he doesn't need to be told that it is a real deal of a deal real now, does he? He knows, so times for the next phase step, as the Divine Purpose decreed. He grabs him at the spine, then lifts his tiny child skeleton weight, which is simple for a person as STRONG as Dirk is, and then he is thrown body into the badger's hammock, and I said 'KISS' as I tossed him. Yes, this is cool and good. They'll be the best allies. Like the Divine Father and the Divine Mother.

Like them.

...yes, that is when it happened. The BEST FRIEND.