Has obviously never had a PROPER falafel (sp?) before, otherwise he'd know that it is commonly equated with kebabs (Turkish wrap things, not chicken-on-a-skewer type), and is a mixture of chickpea, spices and other stuff, made into balls and used as filling.

Knows his food, wow!
Is going to try and become the Jeebus of Glomdoring?

Needs to give me some tylenol because I have headache.

Needs to draw picture of Narsrim killing Gorgulu.

Has an awesome avatar drawn by Nika that seems completely different to his personality.

Secretly runs a puppet show after dark.

Should tell me if he finds out a place to get the full version of the new Bleach intro.

Should know that I'm always lookin' out for the Shiri-boss.

(So far I'm hearing sometime between mid-May and June 1st, but I'll find something more concrete soon.)

Should make Shiro into a Faeling, because we are clearly the best race in the game.

Should help recruit more Furrikin, Orclach, and Krokani, as we are the most underpopulated races in the game. (And Taurian, I guess.) Also, had better not have confused me with Shiro, and was referring to Shiro deliberately at some sort of obscure tangent to the conversation.

KidHendrix: Aww, that's nice.

The Shiribot is right on the money, One Again!
And-should recruit Faelings, as it is Lusternian fact that all your races are belong to us!

Fails to notice that there are already way too many Faelings compared to Furrikin and the others.

Fails to notice the undeniable power that is inherent in Faeling Blood, which is not inherent in Furriken and the Others.

Is going to get a nasty shock if Faelings become the Glom specialisation race.

Muaha.

Is going to.... Oh my Gods that would shock me right out of my wings!
Don't even speak such blasphemy!

Speaks Blasphemy!

Was satisfactorily jarred, which evens out nicely with the Shiro confusion.

Is -STILL- a speaker of Blasphemerous things!

Has been shocked and disgusted by shadow faelings.

So true... Death to the posers!
Is with me on this? maybe?

Should give up in the foolish pursuit of normal Faeling hood, the old times are over.