Me: Well... h-hello. Him: Hi. Sorry for hitting you on the head. Me: It's no problem, really! Him: Say, you're really c-- *gets runover by a truck* Me: ._.
Noooo! Someone help me! I'm being tortured by a mad candyking! Wait... this is actually really comfy. O:
Yush! Go sistah! *gets knocked in the face by a plushie* KAPOW! Thwarted at the hands of a plush. *sad violin music plays* :eusa_booh *dies slowly and painfully* (again)
Oh no! *Kneels down by dead body* I don't know if this is a good time to tell you that you were adopted....
*wakes up* ... D: I didn't really die. We were shooting a movie! *sobs* I knew I couldn't have come from kangaroo parents... IS EVERYTHING I KNOW AND LOVE A LIE?!