you haven't seen c/n this angry since the time he argued about the sovereignty of an african state. He is covered in dirt and twigs like a Groot cosplayer as if he were attempting to camouflage himself. C/n takes a yoga mat from your bag and smothers the saggy singing rodent baby.
the saggy singing rodent baby falls unconscious.
c/n turns to face you angrily. "H-h-h-h-h-h-how could you do this!!" his face morphs into the sobbing emoji. You stare in shock of what had just taken place.
"c/n.... i..." you stammer dramatically to invoke pity. But it does not work. "y/n! I... I was planning on proposing to you!" he pulls out an old onion ring with a pearl from Claire's attached to the top.
"oh c/n! I-I.. I believe in the legitimacy of the Mongolian government!!" but he takes your taser and rams it into your belly button as you spazz rhythmically. He walks away, but at least you are sliving
"I call this dance move, the Rwandan."
