Hey, this is Neptune. I decided to do this until I get ideas for better stories and such. Ask Masky, Ben Drowned, and Jeff the Killer whatever you'd like. I'll make sure they'll answer, no matter how personal the question.
Masky: He's in the corner, sitting on a barstool and eating Ben & Jerry's cheesecake icecream out of the tub. "I'd be happy to answer any questions that you might have. Just let me finish my Ben & Jerry's first."
Jeff: He's sitting on the floor beside Smile, sharpening and polishing his knives. "Ask questions and we'll answer 'em. It's real simple. NOW GET TO IT." He screamed, cackling like a maniac afterward, a murderous glint in his eye.
Ben: He's in the living room, his butt planted firmly to the middle couch cushion, playing Call Of Duty: Black Ops 3 multiplayer. He screamed at a squeaker one final time before quitting the application and taking his headset off as you enter the room. "Hey, what's up? You should ask some questions so I can answer them and get my mind off of this bullshit," he gestured to the console and television set.
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Ask Masky, Ben Drowned, and Jeff The Killer
HumorMasky, Ben Drowned, and Jeff the killer answer questions your questions and do any and all embarrassing things that you dare them to do.
