I really shouldn't cry as much. Seriously. You readers probably think I'm a wimp. I'm not, promise. I was just feeling......emotional! That's the word.
Y/nnnnnnn.
What?
I'm hungryyyyyyy.
So?
I want fooood.
You're whining like a baby.
Where?!
What?
Where's the baby?! Keep it away from me!?
Oh yeah. Forgot to tell you readers, ̶B̶e̶e̶j̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶a̶f̶r̶a̶i̶d̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶b̶a̶b̶i̶e̶s̶.
Hey, why did you strike it out?
They can't know!
You didn't strike it out well, so they can still read it.
*intense staring competition*
Can we continue?
K. What do you want?
Nachos.
No.
Whyyyyyyyyyy?
You remember what happened last time, right?
You were gonna tell the reader?
Was I?
Yes. (Lies)
Fine only a few.
We should make nachos sometime~
Beej, stop being horny.
>:)
🙄
Anyway. Let's tell you about the nachos.
It contains guacamole!
What's nachos without guacamole?
Hah! She likes nachos!
She likes nachos. She likes nachos~
Why are you dancing on the table?
SHE LIKES NACHOS! 😈😈😈
Oh Plushieland, where are ya?~
*le glare*
Thank you for hopping off the table so willingly Beej.
Hmph.
Now, don't be sour.
Nachos don't taste good without lemons~
Beej I SWEAR.
You can't control me love. I'm a free spirit.
Spirits aren't free, dumbass. You forget what happens after ghosts die again, right?
Shut up.
Why do you want nachos anyway?
Why not?
Can we have breakfast cups?
We missed breakfast ages ago and I hate those.
*le gasp*
What?
You peasant! You dare insult the glory, the greatness, the might of breakfast cups?! You shall be sentenced to ...death. (if I finish this book I may post a recipe for breakfast cups)
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