Person A, going over Person B's resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you’re creative. Person B: Yes Person A: Okay... may I know what you create? Person A: Problems.
Person A: What are your goals? Person B: To pet all the dogs. Person A: No, fitness goals. Person B: To be able to run fast enough to pet all the dogs.)
Person A: Do you have any skeletons in your closet? Person B: You mean literally or figuratively? Person A: Honestly, the fact that I have to specify...
also sure, and Asriel is nonverbal right now, so you get to talk to me.
I found more:
Person A, struggling to keep upright in their 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me Person B, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.
Person A: Whaddya call a fish with no eye? Person B, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons Person A: Person A: fsh)
Person A: Croissants: dropped Person B: Road: works ahead Person C: BBQ sauce: on my Person D: Shavacado: fre Person E: Miss Keisha: ing d·ad Person F: Person F, grumpy: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.)
Remus felt sick to his stomach. He had done some stupid things before, but didn't realize that stealing one of Patton's glittery bath bombs and eating it would physically pain him. He tried to go to his room but couldn't move but five inches until he doubled over and fell to the ground.
