Somewhere in the world, six otters swam upstream. The first otter was short, with a purple tuft on top of her square head. The next otter was tall and had a blonde strip down its back, a flannel shirt flapping. The third was tall as well, his hair a plain brown. Then the fourth was a short scrawny otter with wire glasses and freckles... Don't ask how an otter has freckles, but this one does. The fifth had curly fur with a red tint and seemingly flawless highlights. The last otter was pretty average for an otter, other than her unusually short fur. These particular otters were headed upstream to an otter club on fifth avenue. Tatiana, the otter with the purple tuft, led in the front of the group beside her boyotter, erllies. Behind them, Lirindi, the otter sporting a fly flannel, and markenzie (average otter) somehow kept up pace while swatting at each other. Bringing up the back were mal and her red hair, and dimont the malnourished otter. The six of them were almost to the branch of the stream that led to the club when diamont puked everywhere in the water, luckily they where headed upstream so no one but diamont was covered in chunks.
"WHAT ThE hEcK, bro!?'' Erllies screamed, "what are you doing???"
"I-I didn't mean t-to, I just, when I looked at markenzie and Lirindi being gay, I-I just..." Whined diamont. Markenzie swatted at lirindis booty just to watch diamont puke up the rest of his lunchables.
In the name of Pepe, amen.
