Seven; Action

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A; suddenly dangerous Mayfield streets
[So, Sealand didn't do any killing of his targets, but other people did! And he got a car out of it. Being really small is, to him, no reason not to try out said car. There's no minimum age limit for driving in Sealand! And even if there was, he's forty-three okay.

Who knows how he got it out of the driveway (hint: by taking out the mailbox), but he's now attempting to drive said car down the road.

He's kind of on the road, okay. Only a little bit on the sidewalk. On the opposite side of the road he's supposed to be on.]

B; France's House
[He's knocking on France's door, now. Ignore the car parked on your lawn.]

Comments

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[Squirming! But hey don't put it that way...] Well I'm still mad.

[As opposed to Sealand, in this case.]

[theseineone.livejournal.com]

Mm... Well, I apologise for hurting your citizen then.

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[If Caesar wasn't mad he can't really be either. Well, no, he will be as irrationally mad as he pleases, but he has to be totally mature and responsible those are words which always match Sealand alright.]

...Well okay this time Sealand will forgive you since I already punished you but don't do it again okay!

[Sealand totally thinks he could do something if France did, isn't it adorable.]

[theseineone.livejournal.com]

There's a good boy. [Pats him on the head. Doesn't give a shit if Sealand is upset or not.] Now, would you like some cake?

[Yeah, someone is totally lost in memory lane, sorry.]

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...Cake? [Do conversations like this usually end with cake...]

[theseineone.livejournal.com]

[They do when France is involved...] Oui, Cannelés Bordelais.