"Okay, let's get down to business."
"Yeah, businesses aren't doing very well at the moment."
I slap my forehead.
"Tim, enough of your jokes."
"The girl is right, so that's all, folks," he rhymes with a smirk.
"Now don't you go and mess with me, 'cause I myself have a rhyming degree."
"You can't have a degree, you're not even as old as me."
"You just flipped my rhyming words, all your jokes smell like tirds."
"Now we're both messing around, what was that question you had aroused?"
"You're right, time's ticking, my answers I'm missing."
"You won't get none from me, 'cause I'm clueless, you see."
"You just said you had answers!"
"Gotcha!" Tim exclaims.
"Huh?"
"I was only tryna' get you outta the game."
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Dreamworld
Pertualangan"Let me help you!" he cries. "No. This is real life, Tim, not Dreamworld." "Layla..." "What do you want?" I groan. "The portal's closing!" "I... love you." He's a Dreamer. I'm a human. This can't become a reality!
