CONNOR, I SWEAR

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Connor: *Runs past us while we're sharing pretzels bites.*

Me: . . . . . . What was that about?

Jared: . . . . . . *Lifts his hand up. Connor managed to hand cuff us together.*

Me: *Bolts up, dragging Jared up with me.* CONNOR MURPHY, I SWEAR TO GOD. I. WILL. MURDER YOU!

Jared: Is this really that bad?

Me: What if one of us has to go to the bathroom?!

Jared:. . . . CONNOR GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE!

Connor: Um. No?

~Timeskip~

Me: *Trying to pick the lock on the hand cuffs with a bobby pin.*

Jared: Give up. Connor will let us go at some point.

Connor in the distance: NO I WON'T!

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