Bailee: I hope that dude jumps off a cliff.
Claire: Why?
Bailee: He stole my syrup!
Claire: Then I hope he gets run over by kindergarten buses!
Bailee: I hope he falls down the escalator in SAMs!
Claire: I hope he... Wait, did you say escalator in SAMs?
Bailee: Just go with it.
Claire: Okay, well... I HOPE THAT DUDE STEPS ON A LEGO!
Claire: A YELLOW ONE TOO!!!
Bailee: Girl, that's just cold.
Dude: I have your syrup.
Claire: *Pelts him with Legos.* GIMME DA SYRUP!
Bailee: MAH LEGOS!!!! NUUUUUUUUU!!!!!
Claire: GIMME DA SYRUP!!!
Bailee: FITE IT CLAIRE!!! FITE IT!
Dude: Um......... I'm just gonna go over to my house, sit in a corner, tuck my knees into my chest and lean forward.
Bailee: Why?
Dude: That's how I roll.
Claire: I FOUND ME A PINK LEGO!
Bailee: NUUU! It's the worst of dem all!!!!!
*Everything explodes*
I suggest you run far away from this chapter! I'm fighting a blue Lego... OH GOD THERES A PINK ONE! RUN AWAY!
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HumorAre you bored? Are you lonely? Do you need friends? Well, I can only help you with the first one, because I'm writing this book to give y'all some laughs.
