Freddy: *lays on the floor bored*
                              Bonnie and Foxy: *playing some sburb and most probably plotting on destroying the pizzeria using said method if they plan on not doing it correctly*
                              Goldie: WHERE IS THE CHICKIN
                              Foxy: Oh yeah. Before she went out for a mission, she told us that she had to expand her mind for her troubles.
                              Goldie: Like...??????
                              Foxy: *gets flashbacks of all those fanfictions* 
                              Foxy: Well, like those. And that. And that one time when I did that but then bonnie did this and you did that other thing.
                              Goldie: tHAT NEVER HAPPENED THAT WAS AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE BECAUSE IN THIS WORLD IT'S NOT KILL OR BE KILLED BUT IN A WAY, IT TECHNICALLY IS.
                              * a golden flower in the corner grows fabulous legs, stands up, and walks away.
                              Freddy: It's random or be random
                              Meanwhile at KFC...
                              Chicken little: *fires rockets* ALRIGHT!! PUT THE WEAPON DOWN!! NOW!!! NOWW!!!!!
                              Chica: *sits on the ground, wounded*:little... its no use ;-;
                              Chicken little: WHAT IS IT
                              Chica: don't you see, brother?
                              ...it's get baked in at least 12 secret seasonings and gravy or not get baked in at least 12 secret seasonings and gravy out there.
                              Scootaloo: MY BRETHREN!!!!! WE MUST EVADE!!! NOW!!!!!!
                              Scootaloo: THE 12 FINGER LICKIN GOOD NUCLEAR BOMBS HAVE BEEN DEPLOYED AT OUR EXACT COORDINATES!! WE'LL BE FRIED
                              Pearl: EVADE!!!! EVAAAAADE!!!!
                              *everyone evades from the site*
                              Chica: *flops*
                              Pearl: CHICA WE'RE NOT EVEN THERE YET
                              Chica: go on without me... I'm weak... I cannot live on. 
                              Chicken little: CHICA NOOOOOO
                              Chica: just tell my friends...
                              Chica: tell my brethren!
                              Scootaloo: NOOOOOO
                              Chica: *pulls out a picture of her and her friends* t-that... I... l-love... them...
                              Chica: blarg. //ded
                              Pearl: they will pay...
                              Scootaloo: cook, this is your last day.
                              Chicken little: you'll never catch us
                              Scootaloo: you'll never catch us
                              Pearl: you'll never catch us~~~~
                              Chica: you'll never. 
                              Pearl: cause we are birds
                              Scootaloo: and we're walking away
                              Chicken little: we are walking away
                              Chica: cause we are birds
                              Chicken little: you'll never catch us
                              Scootaloo: you'll never catch us
                              * a girl eating 50 waffles walks by*
                              Pearl: we're walking away
                              All: you cannot
                              catch
                              a bird.
                                      
                                          
                                   
                                              
                                           
                                               
                                                  