The fact that I had a pet gargoyle would totally make me so giddy with joy I wouldn’t care what they wanted to do. (But a gargoyle has to have a ‘G’ name! *Sandman reference*)

I’d half expect the rejuvenation juice to already contain a little kick of caffeine, it shouldn’t matter if there’s a bit more. And if there isn’t… well, there should be.

I’d ask him to climb up barefoot. Or at least socked.

Flying house? I’d much rather fly myself.
Although, I do tend to not use things once I get them. So I’d just live in it.

An opera singing gargoyle… Why not? I’d help Bitsy to achieve her dreams, because, with enough willpower, you can do almost everything!

Spilling my capuccino shouldn’t be a problem. Chocolate for sweetness, caffeine for energy, and sugar for a sweet smile. Most great discoveries were made by accident…

I’d tell him to clean his shoes and take the ladder. Ladders are standard equipment for rescuing princesses in towers. It’s not my fault if he isn’t prepared.

If my house could fly… You mean, I could make holidays on Fiji island, without leaving my books behind? Great!

As long as l’il Bitsy didn’t get delusions of gangue, I’d even give her the travel money and her usual amount of pocket…not forgetting to top up her mobile phone encase she gets stuck…who am I to squash her dreams or her little heart.

Working for a mad scientist…COOL, but I think if my coffee ended up in the mix, I might just sit back and watch the fireworks, after all I doubt ‘m getting paid that much, after all. I could always lure the dead dude into killing the mad scientists; I could then enslave the dead dude and go for world domination…Mmmmmmmmm

Said Handsome Prince, isn’t climbing up my hair, I’d tell him to build a ladder. I hate split ends at the best of times, presides as long as my book collections at the top of the tower with me, and I have access to the internet to buy more books, I’d be quite happy to stay there, and I’d wait for the prince to grow a clue and think of a better idea, then using me a drain pipe! Presides, can’t I just wait for Superman he could fly up and rescue me.

If my house could fly, I’d move myself off my street…ASAP!

This should be fun

For my darling pet gargoyle Bitsy, I’d be there every night to hear him sing and I’d help pay for lessons. I really want a pet gargoyle now.

Um…I don’t like coffee…so I would have been getting the coffee for him…so it would be his damn fault he couldn’t be bothered to get his own coffee and there is no point balming me. Boom.

No-one is climbing up my hair. Muddy boots or not. Plus surely he’d get more grip if he was barefoot so he could utilise his toes…sorted.

Whoa. I’m afraid of heights. Damn.

dude if my gargoyle wanted to sing at the Met i would do everything i cud 2 get him ther! happy gargoyle!

i would leave the revitalisation juice just to see what would happen to the dude he was tryin 2 bring back… or i might drink it myself – i probably really needed the cappuccino!

do you know how long it takes to grow hair? or how heavy a guy really is? hah! ther would be no way id let him climb up that tower while pulling my hair basically out of my head. besides im a “cut of your hair, make a rope and find your own damn way down” kind of girl

if my house could fly i would sleep on the moon, spend breakfast time in france, lunch in rome, and dinner in america.

I would likely quite my job to become Bitsy’s manager and help rake in the cash a singing gargoyle would make.
Which would save me from getting fired from my last job when the mad scientist couldn’t control his now ADHD dead dude. A small side effect from the cappuccino.
If I was crazy enough to let some guy use my hair as his rope and he had the audacity to muddy up my nice clean floors I’d just sicc Bitsy on him, then fly off in my house to meetings around Bitsy’s up coming Met concert and then further tours around the world. Pretty convenient for us that Bitsy and I have a home to fly around in instead of the inconvient airplanes and all their stupid rules and fees. Think of all the money we’ll save on travel arrangements alone!
I’m loving this life!

that would be very interesting to have a pet gargoyle that can sing! oh the fun we can have!!~

oops. I didn’t do it. Must have been my ghost friend, Bob. He loves getting into mischief.

ouch, that must hurt letting a heavy guy climb up my hair. I rather make a sheet rope and tell him to climb that instead, as long as he takes a shower so he doesn’t stain the super white clean sheets.

If my house could fly, I would seriously go everywhere! No more worrying about plane prices anymore. Its all for free now! and the bonus is that I no longer have to pack and unpack my belongings and will never forget anything.

I kinda want a pet gargoyle too, Sapphire. Where do we sign up?

Love your answers, Emily. Plus, you can be the sidekick to my mad science experiments any time!

Now you, Eimear, know how to travel. I’m in!

Because mud will wash right out, right Melanie?

LOL, Jenna. Nice take on your role in Bitsy’s future!

Clever plan with the key, Carly. I detect spy potential there!

Well, he’s kind of a slob, Kerri. But nice. So…

Wow, those are going to have to be some tricky lights! Do you know any brilliant makeup artists as well, Tori?

Brave girl! If I tried to do eyeliner I would blind myself!

… I’d let him audition for some musical like Notre Dame de Paris. You know, like the talking/singing gargoyles from the Disney cartoon.

… Er, I’m thinking scary mad guy here, kinda like dr. Frankenstein, so I don’t know if I’d like to work for him at all. If I had to work for him, I’d try to tell him he should remake the rejuvenation juice. Maybe I’d claim I checked the formula and found an error, so I wouldn’t have to tell about the cappuccino. I think I’d be pretty scared of his reaction otherwise. Anyway, please no caffeine-full monsters!

… *sqeaky voice* Huff! Fairy tale princes never had muddy boots!
And if he’s supposed to win my love, he’d better start thinking and get himself a ladder, not yank my hair off its roots!

… Cool, I could be anywhere and have all my things with me!
Wait, on second thoughts, that’d mean my parents’d be constantly with me, too. Not so great.

Mmmhh… It wouldn’t have enough place for my books… What about we make just the top part of the apartment detachable from the rest and able top float? That’s my room and bathroom, he he.

A singing gargoyle, yes please. I would get Bitsy on stage as a piece of scenary and then let her wow everyone.

The fruitfly guys have a gene named cappacinio so I’m sure it would be that one, all in the name of mad science [cue evil laugh]

If hes going to take the obvious route of climbing the hair I’m not interested, a little more creativity please.

Flying house would be neat, though could be a little hairy in our winds. Don’t have to worry about our airspace though as the fighter jets are all mothballed.

A singing pet gargoyle could be a lot of fun, I like to think I would take him to the Met on Opera night and let him sing his little lungs out…are we talking little gargoyle? Like one I could tote around like a falcon or one Goliath sized that could fly around carrying me? Because if he’s that big he may have to tote me to the Met. heh heh.

I would whistle innocently and wander off to check some readings…after snagging the cappuccino that I probably had to get for my mad scientist boss. They rarely need a caffeine rush.

I would tell him that he would get a better grip if he took his shoes off, he’d get a better grip on my hair without them! Or tell him to come up the stairs like every one else

A flying house would be cool, but not as cool as a house that cleaned itself!