"Eda," Sam said, exasperated, "we need to perform another ritual."
Eda the Owl Lady stood in front of Sam, Spock, Tony, and Colin. They were in the Boiling Isles.
"Don't worry kids, I gotcha!" Eda said, winking. Colin and Tony took two different approaches to this statement.
"We aren't kids," Colin said. Simple, and to the point. Be like Colin. Tony, on the other hand, took a more goofy approach. "Old woman, your probably born in 0000000000001," Tony said, not taking the time to use the right "you're," making him look like he had never set foot in a classroom.
"Tony!!" Colin scolded him. Eda already had a headache from dealing with him.
"Listen, do you want your friend back or not?"
Tony looked at the ground and gave Eda his best puppy eyes.
"Sowwy..."
he said, doing what looked like an imitation of that one pleading face that nobody ever uses unironically anymore. And everyone knew it. Everyone except Tony.
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FanfictionThis Story includes fandoms, including, Don't Hug me I'm scared Everything is fine 12 forever Garfield And Star Trek. This may change as this story is being co-wrote with my dear friend on Picsart.
