64 - Lemonade

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Bamberly: Have you heard that?
Brobgonal just started a lemonade stand

Banjex: He's starting to understand how capitalism works
So proud of him

Tristan: What's capitalism?

Bamberly: A system that makes you believe you can make millions by working hard but in reality you need to be rich from the start to glow

Banjex: It also revolves around 1 person out of 100 having tons of money and the remnant 99 having only scraps

Tristan: Oh...

Bamberly: Let's not get too sad now
You're a kid
You can change the world

Tristan: I hope so

Bamberly: Anyone wanna get some lemonade?

Tristan: Me! :D

Banjex: Me

Bamberly: Good
This is the captain Lo-fi_cat speaking
You're taking Berly Magical Express

Tristan: :/
?

Bamberly: Going to Brobgonal's stand in 3...
2...
1...
TRANSPORT

Bamberly, Banjex and Tristan, from their desks, get teleported right in front of a poorly built stand. The general structure is rundown, the wood sharp and ruined. On the upside is there a dripping-looking scribble "BROP'S LEMEN", deep red

Bamberly: We're here!

Brobgonal: Wassup bitches!

The little fatty waves at them with his usual cat smile. Decanters of shiny lemonade sit on the table. Their the only good-looking thing in the otherwise terrifying stand

Tristan: ...quite the work of architecture

Brobgonal: I know right, it's super cute! Anyone want a sip?

Banjex: Me first

Bamberly: Why you?

Banjex: Older ones first

Bamberly: Tsk

Tristan: Worry not, Berly. Death will come to him first

The child has a big warming smile, a smile of purity

Banjex: What the...

Brobgonal: I guess that's what they meant by "Children are brutally honest". Welp, it's 1 dollar

The stoner reaches in a pocket and finds a dollar. As he hands it to the little green...

Banjex: Take this dollar with pride and destroy capitalism

A little tear runs on his cheek

Brobgonal: I will

Banjex: Alright

After the emotional moment, the tear gets wiped away. The normal informality comes again

Banjex: Cheers mate

Those are the last heard words before the yellow liquid is drank in one gulp. Banjex's face contorts drastically, disgust can be akin to physical pain like in this instant

Brobgonal: So how is it?

Banjex: It...i-it's-

Banjex collapses on the cold floor. He babbles in an unknown alien language, or is it elven russian dialect? No one will ever know

Bamberly: Banjex! What's going on? Please speak to me!

Banjex: Krrsh...eeeh...

Tristan: Someone call an ambulance!

Brobgonal: Ugh, another one who can't handle my lemonade

The stand can't stand standing and crashes

Tristan: Someone call two ambulances!

Brobgonal, to the surprise of many, manages to crawl out of the wreckage

Brobgonal: I'm fine, don't worry...
My poor stand...

A man walks towards the now destroyed work of art. He's asking if it's still possible to get a glass of lemonade. Though all of the decanters are destroyed. Only one glass survived the disaster

Brobgonal: I can still make it

Glass in hand, he walks behind the wreckage to have some privacy from eyes but not from ears. The sound of a thin water flow is heard

Bamberly: Wait a damn minute

Tristan: This can't be...

The man escapes. It's for the best

Brobgonal: Done! A fresh glass of- where'd he go?

Tristan: Lemonade is made with lemons!

Brobgonal: Ohhhh, who knew?

Tristan: Everyone!

Banjex: Un-crrrrr...








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