Glued and Feathered, But I Am Still The L...Judge!

Keto glared around from his position on the sofa, where he was now
angrily picking feathers off himself. The glue had dried now, so
peeled away quite easily. Unfortunately his hair and beard would
never be quite the same again, and for now he resembled some sort of
large, fluffy Santa Claus.
"I just wanna know when you plan to actually act like the judge you
are and, I dunno, maybe JUDGE!!!" growled Chrysler from his entrapped
position. Keto smiled semi-pleasantly.
"Well, Mr Chrysler, it would seem prudent for me perhaps to wait
until all the entries are in. After all, we wouldn't want to give
your...creation...an unfair advantage now, would we?"
Turning his face away again, Keto muttered, "Not that it would help
any."
"What was that?"
"Nothing, nothing at all," replied Keto, waving one hand
nonchalantly and returning to glare at everyone individually.
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OOC: Sorry, still need costumes from Tara and Katrina...that is,
unless I've been dumb enough to miss a vital post or four. :)
Otherwise I shall be forced to make up what costumes you are wearing
and, trust me, you don't want that to happen... ;)
P.S. For some reason I mistakenly read Zodar as wearing the fairy
costume the first time round. Having gone back and checked, I have
come to the conclusion that I am a moron. I hereby apologise for any
inconvenience caused. No offence, Chris? ;)