There is no more room after my Salamence quaked the earth.
*waves hand and intones spell*
*clocktower is repaired instantly*
*shoves Pisces out of his room*
Now bugger off. I have important work to do.
Ok, Pokemon were a bad idea.
*puts on cloak, grabs weapons and sits at the top of the clocktower*
so uh.....whats up?
*mentally sends a request to Queenie to talk on MSN*
No more destructive spells.