Me: "BECAUSE YOU DON'T DESERVE TO EAT ME" they whispered in your ear, hoping to pull the strings of your heart, hoping the longing sensation lingers in your soul..
Friend: I need to rethink everything I've ever known.
Me: Rethink nothing, regret nothing, only lead
Friend: They shouldn't either, I've slain to many of their kinds. Usually between 12:00am - 3:00am, inbetween netflix marathons.
Me: Then the hot pockets realized their quarrel was not with AJ but the gods of netflix. The general took to the highest place and shouted "MY BROTHERS, LET US FIGHT WHAT THE CAUSE IS OF OUR DESTRUCTION... *intense pause* ... NETFLIX!!" *Pan zoom on eyes squinting.*
Friend: "My lord, Netflixia, the hot pockets are marching. They've brought the ramen people from cheap food falls!" *Music turns to silence* "...Then let this be our final battle..."
Me: "FOR HOTPOCIA! We shall march into battle on our trusty toaster ovens, cutting down those with our magical marinara sauce balls." *intense music begins* "If we die, we die with honour.."
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Pt 1.