Calvator Conspiracy (Accepting)

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Yeah... I'd like to see that happen..." Calvin grunted under his breath.  

[Zahzi]

"Not for long, I presume..."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Oh no. Calvin likes him. I'm too nice to the experiments and you were technically an experiment, so he'll never like us."  

[Zahzi]

"But if I were to eat the pixie, he wouldn't do anything."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Maybe yell at you and ask me to stop feeding you for a few days. That'd be about it." Michael said, shrugging his shoulders as he sat down in the couch, flipping dully through the channels as he ate from the sandwich in his hand.  

[Zahzi]

"I think he'd just be annoyed that he'd have to find another lapdog..."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Well yeah. It took him a year to find this one." Michael grunted as he finally settled on one channel: an older cartoon about two children who forced the Grim Reaper to befriend them, and be their slave, and servant... and all around b***h.  

[Zahzi]

Brad stared at the television. He then pointed to one of the children.
"...It's Calvin in the form of a little girl..."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"A very evil, evil little girl.." Michael said, shuddering.  

[Zahzi]

"...And what's wrong with that boy's nose..?"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"It's about as big as his head!" Michael scoffed, glaring dully at the TV. "And why does the Reaper have a Jamaican accent? Is he a pot head"  

[Zahzi]

"...What? YOU know what the reaper sounds like..?"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"No, I'm just saying did they really have to make him Jamaican?"  

[Zahzi]

"Well...Seeing as they have rather dark practices there..."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"I guess I can make the connection..."