DO U FEEL SKIBIDI TOILET OR SIGMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What the fuck does any of that even mean???
Soda looked over at the stash of papers Steve had acquired after stealing a handful from the jar, tilting his head as he read over the one he had on hand.
“What is that?”
“Some bullshit.” Steve scoffed, tossing the paper back into the jar. “Soda, half these papers are just straight ass.”
“Wha– are not– er. Okay, maybe sometimes. But you shouldn't be mean about it!”
Steve rolled his eyes as he went to pick up another paper.

















