Me: *walks in* Oh my god. DAWWNNN.
Dawn: Yes?
Me: Dawn, why is there a dead human on the floor?
Dawn: Hey... How did he get here?
Me: Dawnnnn. Why did you kill him?
Dawn: I would never kill someone. That is my least favorite thing to do.
Me: Sure-- wait, what happened to his hands?
Dawn: His what?
Me: His hands, why are they missing?
Dawn: Well I cooked 'em up, and ate them.
Me: Daawwnnnnnn.
Dawn: I had the rumbles. That only hands could satisfy.
Me: I'm done. *starts backing away*
Dawn: Not today. *throws a knife at my right eye*
Me: Ow! *takes knife out*
Dawn: My job here is done. *leaves*
Me: Why must I get hurt so much? *sighs and puts bandages on my right eye*
(So now I technically look a little bit like the Vocaloid OLIVER. ...just with long red hair, blue eyes, and I'm a girl.)
