Woody McDoorson
The door couldn't help but giggle in a very doorish way at the boy's question. That was to say, she giggled like a teenage schoolgirl but since nobody could really physically hear it, it would probably have been more accurate to say that she giggled in her head and exuded an air of amusement. However that was supposed to work. With the power of maaaaagic! Depending on what day it was, Woody alternated between loving and hating that answer. It was nice to be able to mix things up every once in a while.
"Well, nope, I don't need to pee!" She wasn't even registering that as a weird question. To be honest, she hadn't even realized that she hadn't had any urges until maybe five months after her transformation. That had been kind of a strange realization, like somebody had come by and told her that instead of shoes, what she was really wearing was a charming pair of sandwiches.
Thinking of food, now that was just plain depressing. "I can't eat anymore, though," Woody added. "It's really bothersome actually. Although, I guess that now I can just sleep all day without worrying if I'll starve to death. Hibernation at its greatest, eh?"
Anyways, romantic names? Come on, let's hear them!" If the door could coon, it would have cooned. "I bet they're all adorable."
The door couldn't help but giggle in a very doorish way at the boy's question. That was to say, she giggled like a teenage schoolgirl but since nobody could really physically hear it, it would probably have been more accurate to say that she giggled in her head and exuded an air of amusement. However that was supposed to work. With the power of maaaaagic! Depending on what day it was, Woody alternated between loving and hating that answer. It was nice to be able to mix things up every once in a while.
"Well, nope, I don't need to pee!" She wasn't even registering that as a weird question. To be honest, she hadn't even realized that she hadn't had any urges until maybe five months after her transformation. That had been kind of a strange realization, like somebody had come by and told her that instead of shoes, what she was really wearing was a charming pair of sandwiches.
Thinking of food, now that was just plain depressing. "I can't eat anymore, though," Woody added. "It's really bothersome actually. Although, I guess that now I can just sleep all day without worrying if I'll starve to death. Hibernation at its greatest, eh?"
Anyways, romantic names? Come on, let's hear them!" If the door could coon, it would have cooned. "I bet they're all adorable."