*Whitty is punching trees angrily.*
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH"
@whitty-da-bom
"Uh... Are you okay?"
"Beep?"
*Whitty turned around.*
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHY THE HELL DO YOU CARE?!?!"
"Geez! I was just asking!"
*Whitty slowed down and took deep breaths.*
"Sorry. I guess I'm not OK."
"So, are you going to tell us or not?"
"Beep."
*Whitty shrugged.*
"Sure. Got nothin' better to do. Bf keeps bothering me. It's getting old. Also, I can't understand the blue guy."
"Say what now?"
"Okay, then...?"
*Whitty seemed supriesed.*
"The mute can speak! And at this point, I'm about ready to kill him and gf."
Although, this "Boyfriend" was a little different...
"Ay, ay, ay! What do ya have against me and my girl, man?!"
"Not you. A tiny little guy with blue hair."
MB looked around for a small second.
"Is he talkin' 'bout Blue...?" he thought to himself.
*Pulls up a helpful pic.*
"This guy."
"Boyfriend??"
"You realized that just now?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"What do you him for, exactly? What did he do?"
"He still insists on rap battling. Even though he's alredy beat me."
"If he wants a rematch, better give him one, bro..." MB mumbled aside.
*Whitty seemed to be getting mad.*
"I GAVE HIM A REMATCH! HE STILL WANTS TO RAP BATTLE!"
*Whitty slammed MB against the tree for emphasis.*
"AAAH-!"
"MB!"
*Carol walked over to Whitty.*
"Hey, calm down Whitty. It's not thair fault."
(NO BROWN :(
Pico quickly ran to MB, who now had a big bruise on his forehead, and picked him up.
"Are you okay?!"
"Owww..."
*Whitty took a deep breath.*
"Sorry."