No. Wait. Come back. Don't leave. Don't let the mean and bitter people who are just like that clique that shoved me in lockers in high school chase you away. We'll develop our our clique out of the disenfranchised fans who got beat up in high school and still haven't gotten over it.
You're so pretty. They just have issues and are obviously lonely and miserable.
Ok, I'll stay! We'll be pretty, pretty friends!!
No. Wait. Come back. Don't leave. Don't let the mean and bitter people who are just like that clique that shoved me in lockers in high school chase you away. We'll develop our our clique out of the disenfranchised fans who got beat up in high school and still haven't gotten over it.
I've given it some thought, and I want to join the clique that gets to shove folks into lockers. Do you know where the sign-up sheet is?
I think I have it around here somewhere, Narrator.
I want to join the clique that gets to shove folks into lockers.
I can't believe that you'd bring that up again!
I'M. LEAVING.
Narrator! Quick! Stop her and demonstrate your shoving technique, and then you're in.
Grabs Lilty Cash. Finds a Locker. Lets nature take its course. *SHOVE*
You can't grab someone who is NOT HERE. Because I AM NOT.
Cries.
You can't grab someone who is NOT HERE. Because I AM NOT.
Hahaha. My lack of existence is no impediment to me gabbing you, so your not-being-hereness can't stop me either. Mwhahahahaha*cough*hahahaha.
Nice form.
Thanks.