Armin: Haha snake pit for you dylan.
Dylan: *shivers* N-no!
Armin: Too bad! *pushes dylan into snake pit*
Dylan: Ah! *stands up and tries to climb out* Armin fucking arlert! GET ME OUT OF HERE!
Armin: NO!
Dylan: *starts to panic* These snakes are slithering up my legs! GET ME OUT NOW!
Armin: Okay okay. *helps dylan out*
Dylan: *Trembling* what t-the hell....
Armin: He has a snake phobia.
Dylan: I THINK I SAW A CORAL SNAKE IN THERE!
Armin: The harmless one.
Dylan: STILL! *grabs armin by the collar*
Armin: Dylan calm down its just snakes.
Dylan: You little! *starts choking armin*
Armin: H-hey let go of me! *tries to take his hands off my neck*
Dylan: *throws armin in the snake pit* Little ass hole. *walks away*
Armin: *stands up and gets out of the snake pit* They are just snakes dylan!
Dylan: FUCK YOU!
Armin: Okay...geez. Anyways knew gussing thing. Who ever guessing dylans last name gets to give him any dare possible.
Dylan: NOTHING THAT INVOLVES SNAKES OR MAKEUP!
Armin: Somewhere in one of our books says his last name.
Dylan: .....*trembling* I need to go therapy thanks to you people!
