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[ch-mspaint-adventures]

[muffin-ch]

america: i think florida has rabies.

canada: what makes you say that?

america: uuhhh..

//flashback to last night\\

america, kicking down the door: WHY ARE YOU ALL SCREAM-

florida, foaming at the mouth: *tosses alaska across the room like a ragdoll*

america: whHAT THE FUCK-

//end of flashback\\

america: i have my reasons.

[incorrect-countryhumans]

florida: come here cuddles!

crocodile: *waddles over*

america: aAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA get your FUCKING dog BITCH

florida: it dont bite

america, climbing a curtain: YES IT DO GET YOUR FUCKING DOG

[muffin-ch]

florida, sprinting up the basement stairs on all fours towards texas: COME HERE B O Y

texas at the top of the stairs, holding a brass pipe, using a trash can lid as a shield, and with mulitiple pillows taped to his body: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

[freeze. everything's in black and white, before texas' voice appears suddenly and begins to monologue.]

texas: hi there. you're probably wondering how i got into this situation. well it all started on december 29, 1845-

[muffin-ch]

florida: i live off of thirty minutes sleep of sixty five-hour energies. is it healthy? no. will i die by age thirty? yes. but does it make me feel like i could fist fight god? you bet your ass.

[muffin-ch]

america: huh, i dunno why, but does louisiana seem scared of florida?

canada: yeah, he does! weird. those two are almost always butting heads.

australia: oh- hey, looks like florida's telling louisiana something.

america: wonder what it could be?

florida, whispering into louisiana's ear: i could maul you and say an alligator did it and nobody'd bat an eye.

louisiana:

[muffin-ch]

america locks florida in the basement. not because he's abusive, but because if he doesn't, florida can and will maul anyone he comes across.

[incorrect-countryhumans]

nobody:

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