Narrator (Definitely not Mitchell Nazagi)-
"Ivory.. get my agent on the phone! Who wrote this shit! I mean who's the ass hat that wrote this poetry? Seen better shit in my breakfast!" I yell throwing the script around.
Ivory chuckles you. "You eat shit for breakfast?"
I sigh.
"Can't we have some other washed up asshole to do it? I hear that Sean chiplock guy is struggling these days! What was he doing last year additional voices in FIFA 40?" I cry.
Ivory bonks me.
"Just read it!" She tells me.
"Alright alright.. here goes nothin!"
I clear my throat.
...
"It's Christmas Eve and all was quiet, a party at the Hudson house and all were invited! A spring of life and Christmas cheer, cmon everyone Mitchell is here! And very very excited!"
But seriously though Mitchell is currently being told off by Ivory for being just to EXCITED.
'I wasn't that excited was I?'
Desmond and Enid, well their CENSORED... and then he CENSORED... eventually after that they finally came back downstairs!
'This.. this is disgusting Ivory they actually do that?'
Emaline and Etty plus the Hudson girls drink with August in the kitchen, August blushes in the thought of the 'Woman talk'
'Finally done.. Ivory please don't make me do that again..'
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Emaline-
"Huh? Did anyone hear that?" I look around.
Everyone tilts their head and shrug.
"Sounded like Mitchell, talking about us.."
"Mitchells in the dining room getting shouted by Ivory for trying to go get his skateboard from his car and doing a kick flip on the porch." August explains.
I nod..
Evelynn finishes her wine.
"So everyone.. Emaline told me.." she pulls Etty closer and whispers In her ear. Etty nods and her eyes snap open.
"You're a [This word has been Censored by Redacted]!!!! Oh my god Emaline your so cute!" Etty screams but her voice is changed to a deep monotone voice.
I jump.
'Why didn't she say the word?!'
"Well.. in my house, it's all girls and I've only ever had girls as friends so I've never got to meet a man.." I twiddle my thumbs.
"Savour it." Avery drinks.
August is swaying on his chair his face is pure embarrassment. He clears his throat and narrows his eyebrows. "I'm gonna go... check on... erm..."
He stands.
"I'll be... Ugh." He points to the door walking out.
"Why would you say that?!" I yell.
Evelynn smiles. "Oh Emaline you don't have to worry your half sister here might as well of been with everyone from here to Timbuktu!"
I think Evelynn is drunk...
Etty growls. "What because I'm confident in my body and like a true feminist I love and live how I want! You wouldn't know what love was if it hit you in the face.." she turns and smirks.
