Roll Cake: Pancake, get out of the tank.
Pancake: You're not my daddy.
Roll Cake: Get out of the fucking tank, I'm your brother.
Pancake: You're not my dad!
Roll Cake: I am your older brother! Get out of the fucking-
Pancake: I'm in a tank and you're not!
*both arguing*
Roll Cake: Get out of the fucking tank.
Pancake: I'm literally in a tank and you're not.
Roll Cake: GET OUT OF THE-
Pancake: You're not my dad!
Roll Cake: Literally, get out of the tank.
Pancake: Tell me it's a militant, I don't care!
Roll Cake: Stop, get- GET OUT OF THE FUCKING TANK!
Pancake: No.
Roll Cake, who has given up at this point: Ok.
i'm tired, y'all-
YOU ARE READING
icrq but it's a sequel nobody asked for
Humoryou thought it was over? well fuck you, because it isn't-
