My sister was randomly scratching at my bedroom door, I turn look at it from my desk extremely confused. I hear her sit down. For some reason I get out of my chair, go to the door, sit down, and scratch it in reply. She then scratches it, I scratch it in reply. What the hell was I doing? We scratch the door back and forth for about two minutes. I then get up and open the door and greeted by her, trying so hard to to laugh, already standing. She then says "Great doing business with you", puts one of her hands on my face, and nods my head up and down as if she's shaking my hand. F*cking Ebina then proceeds to run, emotionless, to her room. What the actual f*ck did she do to me? Why did I comply? What the hell?
I think I might make a book soulfully based on our "WTF" moments. I'll call it "EBIIIIIIIIIIIIINAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
I'll post this question in my conversations as well and get everyone's opinion. She really worries me, but what worries me more is the fact I'm losing my sanity by complying with her.
Please leave a vote if you think I should make a book just to complain about Ebina.
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