Naruto: Croissants: dropped
Sasuke: Road: works ahead
Kakashi: BBQ sauce: on my titties
Gaara: Shavacado: fre
Shikamaru: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead
Kiba:
Kiba, grumpy: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.
Naruto: Time for plan G.
Sasuke: Don’t you mean plan B?
Naruto: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.
Kakashi: What about plan D?
Naruto: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.
Gaara: What about plan E?
Naruto: I’m hoping not to use it. Shikamaru dies in plan E.
Kiba: I like plan E.
