Knifes.

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~writer, Becca, and 2p!Italy are sitting at the table~

Writer: I like eating knifes.

BECCA: what the hell?

2p!Italy: my knifes!

Writer: what?

Becca: you aren't supposed to eat knifes.

Writer: *grabs knife and eats it* done.

2p!Italy: MY KNIFE!!

Writer: *chewing knife* you know this actually taste really good.

2p!italy: I will kill you!

Writer: *pulls out twin swords* NOPE!

2p!italy: just spit out the knife.

Writer: why?

Becca: your going to choke.

Writer: no I wo- *chokes and dies*

2p!Italy: *takes the swords* eh... These aren't as good *throws the swords and hits two random people*

Becca: good job Luciano. Good job.

Writer: IM ALIVE!

~Becca and 2p!Italy scream and die from seeing the ghost of the Writer. the End~

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