ONE DAY:
Author (crashing into the room): Guys I need your help with the 3-d gear, and by that I mean the wedding decorations.
Black (summoning a black rose): Dude, it's not or fault you suck.
Naz: Yeah, seriously, why can't you just do it yourself?
Author: Well...
*BACKSTORY*
Author (Standing on a ladder with some streamers in hand, trying to tape them to the wall): Almost there...whoops!
*falls off the ladder and gets caught by the ankle with rope*
Author (hanging from the ceiling): FOXY!
Foxy: Wha-LOLOLOLOL
Author: NOT funny. Get me down NOW.
Foxy (crying from laughing so hard): Make me!
Author: Pleeeeease...you've got the hook...
Foxy: You're skirt's up. or is that down...?
Author: I hate you, Cami.
*END OF BACKSTORY*
Author: Forget y'all.
Black: Don't get stuck.
Author (figured it out): WHY, YOU
THE END
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FanfictionA bunch of random scripts I wrote for the heck of it. FEEL THE COCAINE
