Tipsy: *Pulls out a letter from the mailbox*
Star!
Star: Yes?
Tipsy: Here.
Star: My thoughts..?
She's a f***ing fata***. End of story.
Infected Pudding: And your a h**.
Star: Oh wow. It talks. That's new.
Infected Pudding: I could always talk!
Star: Oh really? I liked you when you were muted and not a gluten.
Infected Pudding: It's not my fault i'm always hungry!
Star: Then go join Garfield you fat son of a b****.
Infected Pudding: *Hiss*
Tipsy: Star! Stop it!
YOU ARE READING
Slendytubbies ask/dare. A new start.
FanficSince the other one is filled up here's another one. The cover might change soon but we'll see if it does.