User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-24422626-20150522033050

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Butler: "Hullo, Madam Zapp. This is Alfredo Whinnyworth, calling from Maretropolis."

* The Cheshire Cat disappears from his seat, and in the next moment is looking up at Silverheart from the bottom of his teacup.*

Cheshire: Well, we both love Chaos, for one thing...

* The grimalkin vanishes once again, only to dig out of the ground by Silverheart's hooves.*

Neither of us can seem to stay dead, for lack of better words. Hm-hm. We Cheshire Cats have nine lives times nine, don't we?

* Cheshire is next grinning at Silverheart from the dark of the woods, with only his teeth and bright eyes visible.*

We both thrive in the shadows...

* Now, with all visual trace of Cheshire gone, only the smooth voice remains, and it echoes back and forth in Silverheart's head.*

...and we're both mad. Undeniably, delightfully mad. And we both enjoy it, don't we?