Sunday: Maybe you need more nights like this, then. Just hanging out, relaxing. We could make it a regular thing
Hank: Yeah, that sounds nice. I've already seen everyone else, and I appreciate you inviting me, it’s been good to unwind.
Sunday: I’m just glad you came. You know, I’ve always admired you, you’re strong, resilient…and someone to look up to.
Hank: Admired me? I’m not exactly a role model.
Sunday: [Smiles] You’re more than what you think, Hank. You’ve got a good heart, I can see it, and I'm not the only one who can
Hank: Yeah, you're right. I forgot that I've actually done some good in my life for that to happen
Sunday: Like saving me from one of those Sonic things
Hank: Oh yeah, I remember that
Sunday: I will always remember that.....Hank? C-Can I ask you something?
Hank: What's up?
Sunday: W-Well I.....I just wanted to say that-!
[ L E C R A S H ]
Sunday: W-Wha?
Hank: What the hell was that?!
A crashing noise was heard, and Hank and Sunday look behind to see that, Tricky had bursted through the window, laughing maniacally.
Tricky: Hey, guys! Thought I’d hijack the party!
Hank: MOTHERFUCKER!
Whitty: Tricky, what the hell!?
Carol: Tricky, you couldn’t use the door?
Tricky: Hahahaha! Now where’s the fun in that? I wanted to join the fun!
Hank: Tricky, I will-!
I was ready to slap the shit of this Clown, because I had enough of him today. But then Carol steps in front of me.
Carol: Wait, Hank. Let’s not fight. Tricky, if you promise to behave....then you can stay.
Tricky: Really?! I can stay?!
Sunday: Yeah, Tricky. Just…no more breaking stuff, okay?
Tabi: Otherwise there will be nothing left
Tricky: You got it! I’ll be good, I swear!
Hank: I’m keeping an eye on you, Clown. Seriously, you need to be on house arrest
Tricky: Not even that can stop me!
Hank: That's....sadly true, alongside the IRS, CIA, FBI.....and whatever.
Carol: Alright, everyone. Let’s get back to having fun. Tricky, what do you play?
Tricky: I can play Mayonnaise!
Hank: That's not an instrument!
Tricky: Fuck you! It is!
Carol: [Sighs But Smiles] Boys...am I right?
Whitty: Wow, really?
Carol: You're different because you...w-well I don't want to say it out loud
Whitty: P-Please don't....
Tabi: Oh? And what's that?~
Both: NOTHING!
Sunday: [Turns To Hank] He can really be a handful, but maybe this will be good for all of us.
Hank: As long as he keeps his word. Let’s get back inside.
Back in the living room, we gather around and started to play games instead. Tricky, who is surprisingly keeping his promise to behave, was only calling me out to a few games of Super Smash Bros.
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