Somewhere, someplace that many wonder about but can never get to while they live and breathe (and some can never get to at all), there was a Word.

Actually, there were two.

They were: "Not fair!"

There came an Answer, one that was Slightly Annoyed.

"But Dad, he's my friend."

There came another Answer, this one Slightly Sarcastic.

"I know you don't approve, but he really...he's really...um. He's good with explosives."

More Words, making it clear how much the Answerer didn't approve.

"I just want to pop in for a bit. I won't go around healing everyone, I promise. Just a few people, if they want it, or need it. I know it's...not exactly Our territory there."

A Response that was Slightly Plaintive.

"I will not get into the clutches of the Morningstar, I swear. Unless he shows up and tries to get me into his clutches. In which case, I'll just kick his butt--you don't have to be so overprotective."

More Words.

There was a pause.

"You're not serious..."

Another pause, then a skeptical, "A curfew?"

There was Booming Laughter, or at least something that sounded like it, that shook through the whole universe, making planets and stars tremble with delight.

"Haha. Real funny, dad."

Him and His sense of humor. Oy.

Why is there no bunny mood icon set on this thing?