Tuna: GRAMPS.

Aeros: ...What.

Tuna: Can I marry Bale plz. c:

Di: ...does he have any money.

Tuna: No.

Di: No.

Tuna: BUT HE'S CUTE AND SOCIALLY AWKWARD WHY.

Aeros: Be nice to your sister, Di.

Di: We're not effing related. :|

Pan: HI GUYS I BOUGHT THE PILLS

Tuna: -feyncalls- SHIT. SHIIIIIIT.

Feyn: SHIT. WUT.

Tuna: WHY DID YOU MAKE HER SHE'S OBNOXIOUS.

Pan: LOL THAT'S MY JOB. c| -sits on-

Tuna: OW. GETITOFF.

Aeros: I need to go make dinner. Don't kill each other while I'm gone. -walksaway-

Pan: OOH CAN WE HAVE PUPPIES.

Di: No, we may not. Go eat some human or something. You're not civilized enough to eat at the table anyways.

Pan: PPEEEHEHEHEHOOO. -eyes feyn- human. Tastes like socks. yum. |D

Feyn: ...SHIT. -flee-

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lol i fail. C: