Louis

Too busy. Sorry.

This thing on?

Oh...

There's rather a lot of you now, isn't there? Where'd you all come from?

Where does it go?

Losing sleep...

A while without any work. I've taken up wood-whittling.

I miss sweets.

I'm not entirely sure that we can with the things currently available to us.

Ugh.

I've some competition in these parts?

That technique isn't going to work.

See the sky above us? If you get lucky, there's usually a few clouds.

Well... Clouds are white, fluffy things, generally speaking.

[ he carefully examines it with a frown, rubbing at his chin. ]

And where is the cloud, JUNOBOT?

I'm not sure I'm well, either.

[ a slow smile. ]

I've spent sleepless nights thinking about it. The jelly of my eyes spooned out clumsily, blood leaking from the sockets, and then... Hm.

Oh, I've had dreams of worse.

It'll be alright.

[ he looks up. ]

... dry as the desert. funnily enough.

I won't!

That poor sheep...

Big, white, fluffy. Kind of in the shape of a sheep.

Still not sure whether apocalypse is good or bad for business.

Any type of cloud?

David Thewlis

"Oh, yes, may I interest anyone in one of these delightful little sweets?"

~ Assassin for hire. Often distracted, wistful... and good at what he does. Multi/scifi/verse.