Talk
She wakes up every day of her life thinking of all the stories she can make up, she knows for a fact that she has it in her, she knows she has the power, she knows that she has an audience, or as she'd say; my targets.
She's cooking up something everyday, not just stories, but dishes as well, dishes that just give you never ending diarrhoea. She doesn't know it, because she thinks she is perfect in every sense and at everything. In fact she thinks of herself as the Dark Horse, wait sorry I mean 'Dark Horse', thinking she has all these talents, but she is only good at gossiping.
Talk. All she does is talk, talks like she owns that place.
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Moth
HumorThe one who walks like a sloth and sprints like snail. The one and the only Moth.
