ThePridefulWriter
And how he was before the years flew by
And how he was when he was beautiful
He signed the letter
All yours
Slimecicle, Slimecicle, Slimecicle sí, sí
"Quackity who's outside of the door?" Charlie asked. "Probably just customers," He said. "Though it's odd they're here so late," He muttered.
"Huh, they look weird," Charlie peered through the blinds. "What?" Quackity asked.
"They look like them," Charlie said. "Who are you talking about?" He said.
"The people from the picture on your desk," Charlie remarked.