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Are you a Good Witch or a Bad Witch? -


Oh no you don't tag me. After that marriage quiz that kept insisting I was going to marry either Kate, Cass, or that metal kid, I've decided that enough is enough.
They wouldn't even let me have a last wild fling with you. The bastards.
Anyway, you already know that my answer to all of the questions is "Billy Kaplan." Uh, except for musical. You do know you can't sing, right?
You've been tagged. You have to. It's the will of the universe or something. Even Mrs. X has finally gotten into the spirit of things.
I maintain that whoever made the marriage one was on crack. Or homophobic. Probably both. And not being able to sing is one of those things you love about me, and you know it.
...I'm not watching her journal. Am I going to have to start? I don't like her much, William.
Yes, and I relearn that I love you for it every time you try. After I find earplugs.
She likes you. I think. She's willing to feed you at any rate.
Am I really that bad?
She's falling under the category of 'people I don't much like because they seem to get us into trouble when we have enough of our own,' sorta like your evil twin.
Don't call American Idol anytime soon.
He's not my twin. We look nothing alike.
Two words. William Hung.
Denial is sexy on you.
I know you are but ... wait, do you mean a person on the show? You know I don't watch that crap.
Hmph. I'm starting to reconsider my 'A friend of William's is always welcome at my table' policy.
You should have heard him when his voice was still cracking. The boy damn near shattered my windows.
So far, being at your table has resulted in us getting captured and involved with some sick twisted evil woman who can turn into a giant bug. I'm not exactly infatuated, ma'am.
He still shatters windows.
That wasn't my fault. She attacked all over Mutant Town. It was a matter of wrong place, wrong time. And I got you all out. Just because Vanessa and I have a history doesn't make it my fault.
We were doing pretty well at getting out on our own.
And no, it wasn't your fault, it was Billy's.
What, you think it wasn't?
Who was so keen to get out of Avengers Tower when we all knew we were just sitting ducks? Especially me and Tommy? Walking breathing targets.
I knew this was going to happen. I told you this was going to happen.
.....
You're right, of course. Sorry.
Hey, don't get all serious on me.
Yeah, you talked me into it, but I let myeself get talked into it, so it's also my fault for not refusing, too.
So it's agreed that I don't have the good sense that God gave a pissant, and that you're too inclined to listen to me?
Sometimes it's hard to tell, Billy.
Green skin suits you, apparently.
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