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This tree house stinks— 

aubry-zizes:

Maybe, if there’s any left.  I think I drank most of it in my state of delirium.  That’s probably why I don’t feel so good.  :/

Yeah, that’s probably it.  At least I know that you’ll be a loyal solider one day, if I ever need you to be.  You downed that without even second guessing my orders.  <3

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This tree house stinks— 

aubry-zizes:

I don’t smell like iguana piss.

Okay maybe a little…

Might I suggest the shampoo that smells like strawberries?

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This tree house stinks— 

in the literal sense.  It smells like Ma’s chicken salad in here.  I don’t think I can last one more night, especially with Chuck-Norris and Bruce-Lee out of their cages. Maybe storing the reptiles up here with us wasn’t exactly tha best idea.  I should probably tell Aubry that it’s safe to come out now.  I think that the shooter would’ve come to our fortress by now if he were after her.  All I really care about is that she’s alright.  Well, she’s alright if you ignore the fact that she smells like iguana piss and has these huge, purple bags under her eyes.  She ain’t complainin’ though.  We got to spend a week outside throwing water balloons at Ma.  That’s a great way to pass the time if you ask me.

I’m feelin’ a bit better, so it seems like things are really lookin’ up.  Maybe I’ll take Aubs to that one amusement park a few towns over.  I’d rather she spends the day there than havin’ to go to that memorial.  Us Zizes have never really been good with feelings.  Plus, I don’t want Aubs to get upset all over again.  Another week in the tree house is the last thing we need.  I doubt us showin’ up would be a good idea.

Best wishes to those families though.  I can’t even imagine what they’re going through…

Maybe // Julia Stone

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Big Jet Plane // Angus and Julia Stone

The only song in the world that makes me feel like I can fly.

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aubry-zizes:

…How many arms do you think I have, Av?  And, why do we need an ice-cream scoop?  O_O

GAH, nevermind.  You’re right.  I can do this, I can—oh God, I see her flailing around already.  Are you sure this invisibility cloak will work?  I mean, it doesn’t look very effective.  I feel pretty dumb.  Blazes!  I shouldn’t question your genius, I’m sorry, forgive me. 

Right!  I’m in!  Be prepared to release the water bombs incase the Whale decides to retreat.  Robin Hood has entered the building.  [;

What did I say about questions, Aubry?!  We don’t have time for such chit-chat! This mission is a matter of life and death.  Would Legolas and Gimli sit around and talk while they were being attacked?  Never!  …  Granted, they did keep track of how many kills they had and yelled ‘bout it to one another in battle, but this ain’t the time for that!

The cloak works, I promise.  Do you think I would ever lie to you, Robin Hood? I may be heartless, but I still have — well, I still have a heart!  Again, no questions; it makes sense if you don’t think ‘bout it.

Balloons are at the ready.  There’s no way the whale is going to make it inside while she’s beached.  No, no, no!  This aquatic beast will be soaked before she even turns on that bath water of hers.

Also, we need ta come up with some kinda code to speak in.  Until we can come up with a brand new language, I vote on us using Morse Code.

We will be victorious.

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