The Life of Domino; Bin Folder Extraordinaire

Chatprr Three

"As much as I enjoy being a piece of popped corn 🌽 and I also have heard good 👍 about that too haha 😂 but I'm not sure 🤔 is what I'm trying and not like 👍 or so that is fine but it's just me being the first topic that happened and that was 😯 I think 💭 was 😯 be honest about me being alone in a different life like 👍 or not just something about it 👩‍💻 I'm really sorry 😞 but it's just me about the whole situation that happened and you didn't want anything like 👍 anymore or something else I just wanted you to do it 👩‍💻 and I'm sure it'll never 👎 happen anymore I just want you to understand and I understand you are my best friend I love ❤️ so I'll just have a hard day at my end of the month I'm sure it's not like 👍 or so that much like 👍 but I do not like 👍 but it's not just how much money 💰 and how I'm not sure 🤔 I can really only care," Kherplunk stated absentmindedly.
"I think she had a stroke," one of the kidnappers said.
"It is a common side effect of popcornification," Jenga recited. "As well as fever, dizziness, dry mouth, drowsiness, headache, insomnia, nose hair growth, nausea, internal bleeding, four different types of cancer (including the zodiac sign), upset stomach, diabetes, heart attack, light sensitivity, reduced appetite, muscle aches, and death."
Three of the other anthropomorphic popcorns stared at him. Kherplunk still hadn't broken eye contact with the kidnappers.
"Have you also read the entirety of the third edition of the Popcornification Encyclopedia®?" the popcornified kidnappers spoke in unison.
"Nah, bro, just heard it on a drug commercial," Jenga leaned against the elevator, looking like a Cool Boi™. He then promptly slipped and landed on his popcornified face.
Domino, still in his small plastic bin, asked, "Are you good bro?"
"hevstaomebsuatahkbgk."
"He means yes," Kherplunk translated.
"Okay, can we stop being popcorn now?" Dom asked.
":(" said both of the kidnappers.
">:(" said Dom.
"Okay, fine," the kidnapper with the less receded hairline said. He approached the panel, pulling a spear from his back pocket. Brandishing his spear, he menacingly gazes down at the panel with intensely narrow eyes. "You will not win this time!" He screeched as he thrusted the spear into the panel. The tip gracefully grazed the "unpopcornification" button, not even leaving a scratch.
Faster than Domino could blink, all of their popcornified flesh and bone became human flesh and bone once again.
"What? How?" Jenga asked nonspecifically
"What was that weird spear and how did it press the button so well?" Kherplunk asked more specifically
"I just kinda shut my eyes and stabbed at the panel. It's a good thing I didn't accidentally hit the "garbage disposal" button."
Dom hopped over to the panel in his small plastic bin. The "popcornification" and "unpopcornification" buttons were both at the very top. The "-39th floor" button was at the bottom of the panel.
Jenga, leaning over Dom's shoulder, said, "Yeah wait how did you press the wrong button bro? They're at completely opposite ends."
"Being a kidnapper is very stressful," the kidnapper with the more receded hairline said as he defended the other one.
"Yeah!" The other kidnapper agreed, starting to cry.
"You guys are so mean! I have never seen such unruly kidnapped children," the one with less hair spoke as he cradled the other fully grown man in his arms.
Dom ignored them, jumping up in his bin and smacking the "-39th floor" button with his rather pointy nose. Domino was immediately flung to the ceiling as the elevator rapidly descended.
Kherplunk, still staring at the two kidnappers, whispered, "Alka Seltzer."
They were then catapulted to the floor in a heap, much like Dom's mother's aunt's sister's dog's former owner's wife's children's spaghetti noodles.
The elevator dinged, and the door opened.