Dave threw the baby on the bed.
"TIME TO FEAST!" They both said in unison.
The ginger headed baby showed off its moves not knowing it's fate was soon to be sealed.
"Get the knife baby." Carol instructed.
"Yes BABY." He complied and grabbed the sharpest knife he had, ready to feast.
Then, PICO (Friday Night Funkin' version) barged into the room, "Go Pico. Yeah, yeah. Go Pico, go" (Translation: My fellow ginger, I shall rescue you as the world essentially crumbles to dust)
Pico took the baby and ran hundreds of miles away from Dave's shed. (It was a shed instead of a house.) but then Dave had to do an uh oh stinky.
He farted after them and grabbed Pico's leg. "Go Pico. Yeah, yeah. Go Pico, go." Pico yelled after Dave caught his leg.
"Writing's not that easy, but Grammarly can help. This sentence is grammatically correct, but it's wordy and hard to read." The ginger baby shouted in hopes that someone could help them.
Then, a green glowing light came. It was...
GRAMMARLY GUY???
