Yep, That's A Toddler

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"What's a... secret island pooper?" you said.
The orange frog thing pointed at the door with the men's restroom symbol, which was next to the door he came out of. You nodded slowly. "Secret island pooper... how did you get that door? And all the other stuff? This is the middle of the ocean and there's no giant boat." you said.

"Not telling!" the orange thing said. Its voice was only mildly more pleasing than nails on a chalkboard.

"What about all the food, at least? I had to swim all the way here and I'm tired and hungry..." you said and sighed.

"Shoulda brought your own food! I'm not sharing!" Man, this frog thing was annoying.

"How old are you? Six? No, of course not, if you were a kindergartner you would at least know how to share..." Immediately after you said that, the weird creature shoved the entire chocolate bar in its mouth and looked like it was about to throw a tantrum.

"I am TWELVE years old!" it yelled. "I am NOT a kindergartner!"
You stared down at the orange thing as it continued yelling about not being a kindergartner for two literal minutes.
When it finally couldn't yell anymore after those two minutes you kneeled down on one knee to be closer to its height.

"Hey, I think maybe we got off on the wrong foot. I'm ___, and I'm not entirely sure what you are but you seem interesting!" You said sweetly and smiled. You didn't want to be completely alone now that you were like, lost and stuff.

"I am an ALIEN INVADER and YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE and GO AWAY!" it said, throwing the chocolate bar wrapper on the floor and walking past you to the spot on the ground with no garbage. It sat down with a huff and picked up a controller. The wall of monitors in front of it turned into the title screen for some video game.

"Hey, I kinda don't have a house or food or anything right now..." you said.

"SHUT UP!!!"

Dealing with this four year old - or 'alien' - just to have some socialization instead of staying in the pretty forest would be hard.

You didn't know why, but it felt worth it.

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