Abeke: do I have to be here?
Rollan: Come on, cheer up! It's better than seal brains, right?
Abeke: Anything's better than those, besides your sense of humor.
Rollan: *wipes away a tear* you know I'm sensitive
Meilin: When it comes to your UNDYING love for me, right?
Conor: *chuckles* we know that's true
Rollan: *Whatever you say, Panda Girl.
Meilin: you did NOT just call me Panda Girl
Rollan: whatchu gonna do? Cuddle me to death?
Meilin: *jumps on him, breaking the table*
Coffena: NOOOO! *falls on floor, breaking*
Olvan: *bursts in* WHAT HAVE Y'ALL DONE WITH MY EIGHTEENTH WIFE!
Meilin: *gets up, stepping away* sorry for breaking your mug, moose man. The coffee has spoiled your brain.
Olvan: what do you mean? I'm perfectly sane! *cries nonstop, cuddling shards of china*
All: *steps away from Olvan, eyes wide*
Abeke: well, this turned out to be entertaining.
Conor: if only the others were here..
*door bursts open, revealing Shane, Lenori, Tarik, and Karmo*
Tarik: HEY GUYS!!!!!! *walks in, and trips on the table* OOF!
Conor: *runs to Tarik, picking him up* be careful! Olvan is grieving
Olvan: *sobs loudly, rolling on the ground holding Coffena's remains* you need to fix her! *sniffs*
Shane: *rolls eyes* fine, crazy old man. I thought the leader of the Greencloaks would at least be NORMAL.
Abeke: Well, we lost hope the second we saw him marry a cup of coffee.
-30 CUTS AND 500 PIECES OF TAPE LATER-
Conor: *sighs, sweating* we're finally done! *holds up deformed cup of coffee*
Olvan: YAY!!! *cuddles the cup, kissing it*
All: *covers their eyes, gagging*
Meilin: I've never been more disgusted.
Abeke: I have. By Shane.
Shane: hey! I'm not THAT bad.
Abeke: I would beg to differ, Devourer.
Shane: well, you will forgive me in the end like always!
Abeke: *growls, slapping his cheek* I wouldn't hold my breath
Conor: *gets in between the two* now now, children, violence isn't the answer! You have to talk it out.
Shane: *whines* she slapped me though
Conor: *throws a fluffeh rock at Shane* deal with it, sweetie.
Meilin: *rolls eyes* this is childish.
Tarik: what else can we do?
Olvan: PLAN ME AND COFFENA A DATE!
All: no thanks, I'm good
Olvan: do it, or no food for a week.
All: fine! You just won't die, will you?
Olvan: I never will, so get used to it.
Coffena: LiKe Me! I mIgHt Be BrOkEn BuT i WiLl StAy WiTh My OlVaN fOrEvEr!!1!!!11
Olvan: so get things planned! Toodles! I need coffee. *walks out with Coffena*
TO BE CONTINUED!!!
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