As I read this to myself, little red lines emerged under eirself. What, a man can't have both himself and eirself, present at the same time? Perhaps my own sense of self was being distorted, and sure enough, my phisyognomy would succumb to the very same undulating crimson, making me blush.
Man what an imagination! Hats off👍
I don’t even know what to think about how the eggs were laid! 🤣
As I read this to myself, little red lines emerged under eirself. What, a man can't have both himself and eirself, present at the same time? Perhaps my own sense of self was being distorted, and sure enough, my phisyognomy would succumb to the very same undulating crimson, making me blush.
I hope yerself’s physiognomy recovers quickly and yer complexion returns to normal as did Zetropole’s for eirself.
I love the imagery!! I would love to know more about Mr. Zetropole’s life! Learned some new words too!
Ahh, I feel this story isn't finished. 😅
😂 Yes, the tea is missing. But we know from the previous Mr. Zetropole story what that entails!
I can see a “the whacky adventures of Mr. Zetropole” series 😁
Mr. Zetropole - interesting name - sounds futuristic and very olden-times simultaneously.