I Wani Spend My Life With That Gator.

Chapter 35- I Wani Go To Work With You

April 25th 201M B.C. 2028 (Around The Same Time As Girl's Night)

He wished he could have stayed home and just watched TV all day with his little axolotl to keep him company. It would have been nice to do that, but instead, he was pulled into work for an unknown reason that Ben had called him for. Olivia was out right now with her friends, something about having a girls' night out to cheer up Lucy; he wasn't too sure what they were doing, but he hoped they were having a good time out together. Anon had brought it up to him, and of course, he was fine with it. He was just worried that Olivia would buy out the whole entire mall with his credit card that he had given her for the night; why did he give it to her? He couldn't tell you.

He has Luna with him right now; she was currently sitting in the car seat in the back of the car, singing along to a Disney song, which he believes to be 'You're Welcome' from the movie Moana. She was bobbing up and down in her car seat while he drove to his company to meet up with his friend, Benjamin McKnight, or just Ben for short.

The car ride wouldn't be too long since his company building is pretty close to where they live. He was glad it was pretty close to his home; he didn't want an hour-long car ride to work every time he went. Luna was just happily singing away and smiling the entire time. The axolotl was currently trying a different style this time; she wore an adorable pink sweater with no hoodie that had 'I Ask-olotl Questions' printed on it. She had her hair in a large ponytail in the back; Olivia had done this because she thought it would look cute as hell, which she was one hundred percent right about. She wore a cherry-red skirt that went to her knees; her tail was also wrapped with two bows at the tip and halfway up her tail; it made her feel cute. She had her head swaying from side to side as she sang along to the next song that came up. Inco's eyes widened, and his soul shattered. "Let it go! Let it go! Can't hold it back any moooo-ore!"

Inco was suddenly having Vietnam flashbacks from the horrid years from 2013 to 2014, the years when the song was at its highest peak, the year when he was a young boy that wanted NOTHING to do with the song. He kept his thoughts collected and his negativity at bay; he wanted the axolotl to be happy. If he turned it off or changed it to another song, that would definitely cause a chain reaction of unfortunate events.

He thanked Raptor Jesus when it ended; the song would be stuck in his head all day now. He hopes something better comes on; the SnootTube video is buffering when it changes over. Hopefully, it plays something that won't make his ears blee-

HOLY PEAK.

"I never thought hyenas were essential; they're crude and unspeakably plain." Inco finally relaxed-finally, an actual good song from a great movie. Inco's face relaxed significantly since 'Be Prepared' from The Lion King had begun to play on the speakers, which he started humming along to. The axolotl crossed her arms and started 'hmphing' while she turned her head to the side and ignored the music. Inco adjusts the rearview mirror to look at the car-seated axolotl, who looks very dissatisfied. "What is it, Lunie?"

Luna keeps her eyes closed and shakes her head. "I don't like this song! This song is doo-doo! Give me 'Let It Go' again!"

His eyes widened again, his pupils shrinking to mere dots, accidentally stopping the moving vehicle in traffic due to what she had just said. Cars swerved by and around him and honked at him as they threw him the bird and then went about their day. He waves them off apologetically, grinning nervously to the passing pissed of drivers and starts the car again, bringing it to life, and is now driving on the road again.

'SHE DID NOT JUST SAY THAT ABOUT THE SONG'

His hands grasped onto the steering wheel tightly; he could feel the steering wheel begin to stress under his immense grip. He was actually impressed with himself for almost breaking the wheel; you don't disrespect peak fiction.