Granted. You are accepted by all the other tables. However, they all watch in horror as you fall off the back of a moving van and shatter into multiple pieces.
Dee: dum you are delusional. Yes I do look good in red but it is not for anger. You know exactly what it is for. *looks at her meaningfully*
*face palms*
Door mouse: babbling? Flowers don't babble. *screams* it is dead and the derision of your clothes is why. Murderer. The bee of industry will flay you with its wit. *glares at Hatter then goes to sleep abruptly*
Aww. Am jealous now. I want some new pens. From one pen whore to another lets get all the pens in the world and laugh as everyone else has to write in their own blood. Bwahaha.