An infamous species of procrastinator, the savage emager easily ignores the edible prey and locks on to the unsuspecting glimmer in the distance. She smells an imminent distraction and lunges.
Bonsoir. I drink root beer and listen to soundtracks and classical music. Grammar and I are long-lost siblings, music and I are one and the same, flowers and I like to keep each other company, and tomatoes and I just don't get along. Please excuse me while I go bake a cake with my Gengar.