Pay Up for Your Grandpa

Queries Go Unsolved Every Hour

Queries go unsolved every hour

Introduction- Welcome to the mythical world

Grandpa- grandfather to Yannis and Cossaboom. Absolute idiot. Proud member of the NRA.

Yannis- 9 ⅛ years old; imbecile

Cosseboom- 13 2/19 old; barbaric jackal that eats raw sheep hide in the dark at 01:32 am

Doja cat- infancy, has her own military style assault rifle business, personality of a sunflower seed

Megan thee stallion- cannibale deaf and mute; can't smell eiter; pretty much senseless; basically helen keller but worse;

Grandpa's pet frog- Part of the kkk ;) ; loves torturing innocent souls

SCENE 1: Cucumber Arguments

Grandpa: Where art thou offspring from said my own?

Yannis: Whom is inquiring?

Cosseboom: Grappling art thou queries within my own vicinities

Grandpa: My sole purpose of summoning you hither was to inquire you both on how your lives have been since you moved under my sheltered reach

Doja Cat: Rambling on so helps spread the ever lit ambers within my soul

Megan thee stallion: bitch say it in braille i can't hear a$$ whole

Grandpa: Now Megan, the language is not permitted in this vicinity

Megan thee stallion: shut up old hag, execute yourself :)

Grandpa: Come hither and sink your teeth into my old frail epidermis

Cosseboom: You statement creates jocular energy within my lumber soul full of demons that haunt my every move. Who is me sad, fragrant imbecile

Yannis: To be blunt, my genitals seize up every time mine eye lookth at the beauty of Megan's voluptuous ass.

Megan thee stallion: bitch thats incest. Hoe. go farm some weed or something; im blind remember

The characters assemble to their bed chambers at their curfew- 12:38 am

Scene 2: Wiery Glances

Megan Thee stallion: wake up bitches time for hoe time. Get down to the strip pole time to dance my little ducks

Frog: Come here big boy. Your massive body is so warm and I am so cold. Hold me.

Grandpa: I art thou lust for the slimest touch of my little, unevolutionized vertebrate that is subsequent to my massive and overpowering love.

Frog: My love for you is like the sun: it shineth over the lands and can brighten up a civilian's work shift.

Doja Cat: I artist thou must strip for tis older fellow. I lust for the contact and jubiliance that I can whip up inside my own, frail grandfather. Noticed eye that he only lusts for Megan. I mustn't do something this about,

Doja continues to try to put the frog in a bad bad place (ifykyk)

Grandpa: Howest dare your crummy hands toucheth frogeth mineth

Doja: My greatest apologies. I want his slimeth to curl up inside me and light it's way through my soul from the inside out. This is the biggest opening...

Grandpa: To the bed chambers with you!

Doja: Please grandfather, let me stay here and enjoy your warm and cheerful presence.