Butterfly: Beauty, what did you do this morning to be like this?
Beauty return to her house with a bloody hand and foot and a little of cut in her check.
Beauty: Well, that awkward moment when you're riding a bike and you get hit by a car-
Butterfly: WHAT?! OMG are you ok? Where is this car?
Beauty: My father's car!
Butterfly: What do you mean by that?
Beauty:...A parked Car!
Butterfly: O.O!
