“So I was right in assuming you were the one yelling. Both of you look a little different anyways. Maybe it’s the hair— or the parasol.
But that ain’t me! They’re effin’ nasty lookin’ with some ugly ass fur coat thing going on— wait what?! Which story? What the eff are you even reading?
Yo! My style is cool! It’s all punk rock, okay. Nah. I don’t do the whole cannibal thing. I mean I’ll kill em’ but no way am I eating a fake. I’ll just find a lava stream and dump his body in there for good measure.”
“ we look shuper different. ’s hard to believe that you could ever assume that that thing could be me … my parasol’s cool, ‘kay ? real pretty !! bet you’re just mad 'cause rieta didn’t get you one as well. hmph.
fur coats’re always gross. it’s like me making pooch into a coat. the stories i alwaysread, moron. the ones that you say are trash ! like you, almost …
coward ! shcaredy-cat! ’s not that hard to eat 'em. poemi can’t find anything to eat these days. i’d eat your weird furry cuh-lone if i could find 'im. i would ! ”
