Chapter 23

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M: wow Jen you changed your body and there's heels hurt my feet

J: you guys chose what shoes to wear and yes I did I made me look super sexy *does a pose that gives pervs well let's just say passion in their pants and a nosebleed*

A: and you were calling Rick a perv

J: if you get a nosebleed or a boner not my fault I'm sexy and know it

A: yeah it is your fault your sexy

J: hey pervet and innocentet have you made the cookies for the party

S/M: O.O we have to go

Sarah did her thing

J: take off your Santa suits before you ruin them

A: do you have any last minute

J: O.O I didn't make Rick his sexy Santa suit and his normal I forgot about him CARB BASKETS

A: I'll get his measurements you get your machines ready I'll be back

J: barely finished Ok time for the party how do they fit you Rick

R: perfectly perfect how long did they take you to make

J: about an hour each for top and bottom if I have time limit I make it but I drink like fifteen monsters and twenty double espresso shots from star bucks so I get to much energy that I need to kill so I do what I need but then I feel so crashed on energy

A: how the two halve of jeck doing

Jen sends Angel flying

R: your getting distant again what have I told you about doing that

J: not to just it's almost that time and I can't *sighs*

R: I can ask Angel if she can cover for us so we can go I do know that you can take people to the future

J: ok we better get the tweedles there sexy Santa suits and I need to change into mine

J: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY

Master: I invited all the other guides to the party is that all right

Sarah screams while Mackenzie starts to cry

J: *laughs* you guys can't handle stress

R: neither can you but it takes like a gigantic amount of stress to break you like last minute everything still needing to be done for a party and your in control of everything

J: your talking about Halloween aren't you

R: I know who you called out to keep to help you because you were about to explode with tears

A: you 2 are under a mistletoe

R: don't shove me again

J: some one spiked the punch so I can't I'm to giggly

R: ten bucks it was mira

A: no it was Cana

J: *giggles* it was Angel Rick

R: knowing she avoids alcohol you spiked the punch knowing that what she drinks didn't you and you were going to blame Cana

A: how did you know Jen your drunk

J: I'm tipsy not drunk when I'm drunk I act different

A: I know that's how I want you to be Cj gave me the idea

Pj: is bish face here I wanna talk to her

Cj: here I am

Pj: *slaps her* stop giving my *mumbles something* ideash

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