Thread:BlackDragonKid/@comment-26863232-20171203021156/@comment-26863232-20171209234708

Suddenly, Master whipped out a slip of paper from nowhere. Finding nothing to write with, she dipped her hoof into some of the green paint, scribbled something on the paper, and blew so that it flew away to another universe.

Fine then, I'll make you come out.

BANG

A rifle shot? Master looked back in surprise. There is a rifle in a puddle of green paint oozing from the wall.