"Whoa, you do know some celebrities." Gyrus exclaimed. "Ultimately I'd hoped to be the next Zemba, or Ford Harrision, or rather Bruce Falcon. Casting him as Hudson Hawk was a stroke of genius, not to mention the Fly Hard films. I wouldn't even have had to change my name... Sorry, we're talking about you, not me. And of course, I've seen Cindy Starstripe on tv. I'm not sure whether signing her as the face of Dior Perfumes was fridge logic or fridge brilliance. She has a really sexy bushy tail... though yours beats it."<br/><br/>He took a long sniff. "Mmmm, you're coming on nicely. So are any of them into vore? I mean, a yoshi like Merus, and a cook to boot, you'd expect it... not that I'm trying to stereotype her. I could see you being cooked in a squirrel calzone, just your head poking out..." He slurped. "Darn, now I'm even hungrier."<br/><br/>"I'm not really into the paranormal myself... unless you count me being a magical shapeshifting flying chimera. I do a few parlour tricks, like that 'steal your heart away' party piece, some slight of hand and juggling, but the only real paranormal experience I've ever had was a server that I swear was haunted. It kept throwing up exceptions, and inserting phrases into the source code I was writing like, 'Your motherboard compiles spamware in Seattle.' The DVD drive kept spinning around when there wasn't any disk in, and it kept free running random hex codes to my debug files in green. I didn't have a bell, book and candle, so I made do with apiece of code that repeatedly sent ascii code #7 to it's serial port, while I held a mag-light up, and read passages from the Unix VAC User guide. It seemed to work, the screen went white, and it spontaneously rebooted. After that, it didn't give me any more trouble."<br/><br/>(OOC: ASCII code #007 is BEL. When it was originally used to send teleprinter messages, it would trigger a bell sound on the recieving end, usually as an alert for the operator.)<br/><br/>"I've travelled around the country a lot, one of the advantages of not needing a car." He indicated his wings. "But I haven't really gone elsewhere, not that I wouldn't like to. I once flew over the waterfall at Niagra, now that was awe inspiring. But those Spook caves sound interesting. I'd like to hear more."<br/><br/>"Hmm... I think you're almost ready. I just wish there was some way to save a piece of you for when you reform, since you like pizza." He grinned. "I guess this is one example of 'You are what you eat', that you never expected to see!"<br/><br/>He picked up an oven mitt, opened the door, and pulled her tray out, navigating it to the table where his drink and some cultery was. Including a pizza cutter. He held it up for her to see clearly. "Ready to be sliced?"