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tapdancinskelly ([personal profile] tapdancinskelly) wrote2009-07-06 09:21 am

Unicorn Song.


You know the strangest thing happened to me, I was eating this yummy pie I had found lying around when all of a sudden I sort of changed.


It's a little odd I must say.  So I've decided to sing about unicorns today.

Oh look at all you unicorns so happy and gay,
How many people are unicorns today?
Some of you are pink and some of you are black
And most of you wish that you could turn back

So shiny and sparkly and pretty and stuff
Except Jyabura who just looks real gruff
So here's to you unicorns and I hope you'll agree
That from now on we should not eat every pie that we see!

Yohohoho!!!

(You can't see the afro because it's on a black backround >_> )

[identity profile] tapdancinskelly.livejournal.com 2009-07-07 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow. That is one hell of a job descripiton. So you have a chameleon as a partner?

[identity profile] chameleongun.livejournal.com 2009-07-07 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
It does look good on a resume.

Yes, Leon. He's moderately useful at times.

[identity profile] tapdancinskelly.livejournal.com 2009-07-07 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
And in a song.

Really what does he do?

[identity profile] chameleongun.livejournal.com 2009-07-07 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
He's a shape shifter. He's surprisingly empathic, and helps me in training my students.

[identity profile] tapdancinskelly.livejournal.com 2009-07-08 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)
While I have heard of chameleons being able to change colors, I've never heard of them being able to change shape. This is quite fascinating. So I assume that you are teaching your students to be hitmen as well?

[identity profile] chameleongun.livejournal.com 2009-07-08 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
He's limited somewhat by size, but other than that...He hasn't failed me yet.

Actually, my students are all future mafia Dons.

[identity profile] tapdancinskelly.livejournal.com 2009-07-08 01:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh well that's always han... did he just turn into a phone?

Well you certainly live an interesting life. You must know a bit to be able to teach such things, although that would explain your level headedness.

[identity profile] chameleongun.livejournal.com 2009-07-08 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Usually he's my gun. He produces special bullets I use in training.

There have still been enough things here to amaze and surprise me, but I am probably used to a less solid reality than most. The Ninth Don of Vongola had to send me to train Tsuna because he can be reluctant at times. So quite a lot of my teaching is persistence.

[[ooc: I need more icons of Leon.]]

[identity profile] tapdancinskelly.livejournal.com 2009-07-08 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
He's certainly the colorful weapon.

Well yes I suppose a skeleton unicorn with an afro would be a little amazing.

[OOC: Well one can only have so many Icons XD]

[identity profile] chameleongun.livejournal.com 2009-07-08 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
I often have to remind people in Italy that he isn't a toy.

You are very impressive indeed.

[identity profile] tapdancinskelly.livejournal.com 2009-07-08 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd imagine that being in a child body and using a gun as colorful as that it's hard to try to make some people take you seriously.

Oh now you're just making me blush. But wait I don't have any blood! Yohohoho!

[identity profile] chameleongun.livejournal.com 2009-07-08 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Usually my reputation precedes me enough that it isn't a major problem.

Always nice to get such a gratifying reaction.

[identity profile] tapdancinskelly.livejournal.com 2009-07-08 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Italy must be an interesting place if a child with a colored gun could become such an awe inspiring image. I mean certainly you've earned your reputation, but what if an ordinary child had a toy gun and started to intimdate people? Although I suppose you have some sort of signiture something you'd be able to be recognized more easily by.

[identity profile] chameleongun.livejournal.com 2009-07-08 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Part of it was probably a holdover from the days when I wasn't less than two feet tall. I've had my reputation for a very long time.