~now we're bread out~

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(a/n; i kinda made them into a humanized version because I can't write animals , I'm so sorry qwq)
Tyler Puffin looks at his best friend Joshua Peng. Peng looks up at Puffin from his stool, which is located behind the drum kit.
"what?" Peng asks with a slight Norwegian accent.
Puffin turns a slight red after getting awoke from his small daydream
"I blacked out" Puffin replied with his Icelandic accent.
"Okay bro, whatever you say" Puffin rolls his eyes at Peng.
Puffin grabs the mic that hangs down from the celling of his room.
"We finally doing this? No more goofing around?"
"yes Peng, we're finally doing this with no more goofing off" Puffin looks over to the black haired teen looking annoyed that he asked that.
Peng smiles innocently before he starts playing the best they decided was good for the song. Peng never actually heard the lyrics to the song as Puffin wouldn't let him hear them.
--¯\_(ツ)_/¯--
( that's it, that's all my writing skills aren't A+ )

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