"Who the fuck is this"
The figure grinned crookedly. "Hi. I'm Tipsy."
"We can see that."
Tipsy rolled their eyes. "Noooo. I mean my name is Tipsy. Coz I'm tipsy." They grinned.
Extravert leant over, whispering in Peace's ear. "Yo, I bet those chicks over there are from Ohio."
Peace hummed, gazing at one of the brunettes. "Yeah...wait what NO. That g-gross. Eww." He seemed unsure.
"This is my friend Critic. And this is her sister Self Consciousness!"
"You should not have worn that shirt today. It goes horribly with your outfit. LOL." They chimed.
Insomnia stared. "They did not just say 'LOL'."
Quick Temper stomped up to them. "Hey. You know what? You can't speak to my friends like that. You are just Shits from Texas or whatever, and you can fuck right off back to California."
Critic sniffed. "You should learn to control your temper. Come on, Tipsy, S.C, Underaged Minor."
Uneraged Minor blinked. "What? Oh yeah. Can we get ice cream?"
"No."
"Fu*k."
Critic whirled around. "UNDERAGED MINOR. YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT."
"Say what?" She said innocently.
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De TodoHumans thrive on difference; if everyone were the same, nothing would be interesting in life anymore, would it? The difference is what this book is most, all the characters; the chapter titles, all bizarre in their special ways. * * * Different pers...
