So incredibly flamboyant, that its rips a magical no-significant-gravitational-pull greenish-hued black hole in space and time. Also, the hat floats too. I guess it's a flam-bouyant flamenco ;)
Working vigorously on a cold winter's night under the glorious glow of OUR moon.
Yes, I know the hat is bubbling with gaseous fumes. No, they are completely safe. They are only a teeny little bit flammable. No, there is no insurance coverage for sudden hair-loss or strange tumor
Venenenenenenenenenenene---- tata!!!! Tadaaaaa! Hullo there, dearie. I present to you, the green bat cotton-picking hat :P
Hey, you, over here. Come here, hang out directly underneath the cloud. You're really welcome! Now you can have this portable grave. Buh-bye and thank you for the shinies! Bye now!!! *distant running*
Uh, there's stars, and there's this gatsby, and the stars are falling down onto the gatsby???? IS THAT REALLY SO?
I've paired this with my Knifestorm Coffin, and now I've got like a fat amassment of clouds, knives and blood ---- Poor Pyro xD
A PROPER villain always has an ace up their sleeve!!!!
Reindeer, take me out there to the constellation, take me far, show me the stars!
Pull me over and give me .... A SOAPWASH? Nooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!