Flavorfully

Rest in flavorful Peace

Holy Guacamole I thought flavorfully. The MONESTER was at the door. Milk sacrificed himself by hopping out the fridge. I watched as his blood poured all over the floor WHAT THE HELL MALK I thought. Why did he do that. Like what did that accomplish. I watched as the minester grabbed leftover frappe. She then closed the door. I heard muffled screams as a bigger monster walked into the room. "CLEAN THIS MESS UP TYRONE! YOU ALWAYS DOING THIS TYRONE. WHAT THE HELL TYRONE? YOU MESSED UP YOU MESSED UP!" Well this monester seemed mad. "FINE MOTHER I SILL KILL DIS UP. FINEEEE." The smaller more squeaky moster said. "Jeeeezus they need to top the yelleing" whispered cheddar. "SHUT THE HELL UP YOU WORTHLESS UNFLAVORFUL CHEESE" Swiss yelled. Well someones mad. I thought. "DID YOU HEAR THAT TYRONE. SOUNDED LIKE IT WAS COMUNG FROM THAT FRIDGE." Yelled the older and bugger more-flavorful hooman. "MAMA I AINT HUR NOTHIN. YOU GOIN CRAZAY MOMA CRAZAY." I heard the small one say. "Tyrone, EHO RHE HEEEEEEEE EEEEE LLLLLLLLLLLLLL DO YOU THINK YOU TALKING TO? IM YOUR MOTHER AND YOURE GOING TO RESPECT ME." Yelled the older hooman. Great freakin chedda had to run his god forsaken mouth and get us all in trouble. Just perfect. I thought. Light shined in our flavorful faces as the fridge flavorfully opened. I screamed silently. "SEE MAMA I TOLD YOU NOTHING IS WRONG. YOU JUST GOING INSANE. NOW GET READY FOR THE THUNDA!" Yelled the small one. There were footsteps and i believe the front door slammed closed. Ugh this is so unflavorful. "I hate. All of. You. Cheddar. Shut you mouth. Before i glue. It shut. If you talk. While hoomans are. Near. Ever again. I will make sure. You die. Dead." Said Brussel Sprout. "Well if you keep talking in fragments I will personally kill you, dead, Brussel Sprout. With my own hands." Said Swiss. "I second that," half the fridge chimed. "You all. Are just jealous. Of my swag." Said Brussel Sprout. "No we are jealous of the hoomans, who can kill you without punishment." I chimed in. Half the fridge gasped. I hid myself in a spot where they couldn't find me. Wanting to make sure that no one noticed who I was. "Shut. Up" Brussel Sprout demanded. "No" Answered Swiss. You go genderless food so flavorful. I thought. "Has no one mentioned one of our own flavorful foods dead?" Cheddar pointed out, probably trying to move the tension from his and Brussel Sprout's wrong-doing. "Oh yes. We have no body so we cannot have a funeral. Unless we sacrifice someone to get the body." Swiss answered. "Sacrifice" chanted the fridge. "Okay, I nominate Brussel Sprout." Some anonymous source added. "I second that." another added. "YOU ALL. ARE SO MEAN. TO ME." Yelled Brussel Sprout camly. "You smell like un-flavorful crap. You can't blame us." Cheddar said. "You're rude" Swiss said. "And?" Cheddar asked. "And I'm still wondering who you meant by you love 'them'. I can flavorfully assure you I am one very flavorful cheese." Swiss replied flavorfully. "Them as in you and. Well-." He laughed awkwardly "Well- uh. There- THERE IS ANOTHER CHEESE. IM SEEING GOUDA." Omg this is big news.

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Ok im very smad so this wasnt a good chapter and i dont know whats goojng on so i wrote this randomly. If youre reading this i lava you. Yeah okm yep