*insert low budget title card here*
Ray : hello and welcome...
Emma : to the good place.
Ray : ...
Norman, filming : ...
Emma : ...
Ray : what the f—
Beep
Ray : anyways, welcome to our new cooking show that will be broadcast all over this fu—
Emma : no cursing.
Ray : this frigging school
Emma : and welcome our first guest, Norman!
Ray, whispers : hey! He's the cameraman!
Emma : shoot...um...Phil!
Fake audience clapping
Phil : hi everyone!
Emma : hey there!
Ray : what do you want, Phil?
Phil : a cake!
Emma : ooh! A good one I see!
Phil : that can kill God
Emma : ...
Norman : ...what?
Ray : I like your style, kid
Phil : thank you
Ray : now wait outside as we prepare the cake
Emma : ...
Phil : *walks away*
Emma : so we're gonna bake that?
Isn't this a cooking show?
Ray : what's the difference?
Norman : actually, there's a lo—
Ray : don't mind that cameraman over there, let's start baking
Emma : after this break!
Ray : what-
~Dududududu commercial break~
Don : do you feel hungry?
Gilda, in a bo beep costume : yes.
Don : don't you wanna kick your lambs outta the way?
Gilda : very much so
Don : then head on over to... Maryland! (not to be confused with actual Maryland)
Gilda : oh yeah! *kicks a lamb*
Don : isn't it amazing.
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The Promised Crackerland
FanfictionWhat if The Promised Neverland characters go to school? What if they phones and chat together? What if the farms are actually just dormitories of the school? What if the humor is maxed with a little bit of crackiness? This book contains all of that...
