God, it seems like everyone is trying to talk to you at the same time! You never thought of yourself as popular. Actually, you usually think yourself quite the opposite. However, your starting to rethink that thought about not thinking about being popular. So essentially you think you may be popular.
==> Get on with it!
Fine.
WC: I'm back. The games done installing.
WC: Sh*t
IC: i thought you still had like a day on that?
WC: Sh*t
WC: Sh*t
WC: Sh*t
WC: Sh*t
WC: Sh*t
WC: Sh*t
WC: Sh*t
WC: Sh*t
WC: Sh*t
WC: Sh*t
IC: cut that out, what's wrong?
WC: Sh*t
WC: Sh*t
WC: Sh*t
WC: Sh*t
IC: i'm going back to help snow girl.
WC: Wait, I'm done. This thing keep changing me ninety-nine cents every time I send you a massage. So I need to try to pet everything into a single message.
IC: you tried to send me a massage? and what thing?
WC: I meat message. It's hard to tape on this thing. I need a keyboard. The autocorrect isn't helping mulch either. Also, the thing is the newt iPad 3 which is amazing.
IC: so you sent approximately fifteen dollars worth of sh*t to me?
WC: No time for suck idle chit-chat. Every massage is more money, and I don't have hat much to spend. I'm stating up the client for you.
IC: wait, i already have up the client.
IC: troy?
IC: dang it are you out of money? or are you sparing it?
IC: or are you totally transfixed by the swirly thing? i can't blame you for that one.
IC: oh, wait. your connecting to my client, aren't you?
IC: its starting to do something...
IC: okay, now its not doing anything anymore.
IC: ... i feel like i'm talking to myself. i'm going to help snow girl.
Before he can object, you flip up the log with snow girl.
JP: There are no windows in my premises.
JP: I can see some over at the house,but I am far from there.
IC: well did you try to get rid of the snow?
JP: I can't really think of a way to do that to be honest.
JP: I'll contact you once I get inside,I need no distractions.
==> Wait.
You're pretty good at that. Picking up some fresh meat- er, stuffing, you pull out one of your older, rustier knives and plunge into that plush stomach. That bear didn't stand a chance.
==> Hide the evidence.
Why would you do that? You enjoy littering your floor with their white stuffing and empty skins.
==> Blast some music and dance like you just don't care
Awwwwwwwwwwwe yeeeeeeeeah.
==> I didn't think you'd actually listen to me. Cease this foolery at once.
You quit dancing. Oh, something is actually happening now.
~END
:P I can't animate or make gifs... If someone wants to make her doing some stupid head banging dance with knives that would be cool.
