I come bearing silly questions for the boys
So that being said for phoenix squad: Choose one: A book made of chocolate or toilet paper made of cotton candy?
Crystal 😂 How do you come up with this stuff??? Well, it's been a little since the boys were all together for some shenanigans, so let's ask them their opinion on the matter, shall we?
*Phoenix Squad sitting on a couch waiting for you to ask the question*
*Tungst grabs Brett by his shirt and yanks him back down*
Tungst: You're not getting out of this that easily.
Brett: I am a trained soldier. This idiocy is beneath me.
Brett: Something you want to say?
Drip: I just find it funny that you're getting all riled up over a hypothetical question that has no consequence on our actual lives.
Brett: It's a dumb question.
*Chance crosses his arms and huffs*
Tungst: Can we please just get a long for five minutes?!?!
Drip: Not with him around.
Brett: Oh, because you're so riveting.
Drip: Hey, people like me.
Brett: Only in your dreams.
Rift: Personally, I think–
Brett: Nobody asked you either.
Rift: But... but, they did?
Brett: You're so kriffing annoying!
Tungst: Inside voices please.
Chance: Why does the brat get to control this conversation?
*Tungst's, Drip's, and Rift's eyes widen*
*Tungst, Drip, and Rift get up to leave*
Chance: Uh, guys, where are you going?
Tungst: I'm gonna... go take a shower...
Drip: I got... a... thing... in the... oven!
Rift: I also have a thing in the oven.
*Brett cracks his knuckles*
Brett: Hold still, blondie.
*Chance jumps up from the couch and runs away*
Brett: Get back here! I'm gonna kick your shebs into the next galaxy!
*Chance screaming in the background*
Gloss: Can I choose the flavor of the chocolate book?