Talk about yourself in third person

Herb cackles and crawls to Polt and Ant. She hands them a jar of mayo each and then grabs some celery. He then starts crawling on the ceiling. "Mayo!!!" Herb shouts.

Ellie is... concerned... She wonders if she should rename this forum "third person mayo eating RP"...

Herb grins, and nods furiously.

Ellie asks herb why she should eat the mayo.

Inferno is starting to get sick from the strong stench of mayo. She wants fervently to change the subject. She glared pointed daggers at Paige.
"No. Ellie, don't do it." Inferno then reaches in her pocket, and reveals a bottle of ketchup. She grins. It is time for the ketchup takeover.

Paige giggles, and magically brings out a sketchbook, and starts drawing the whole mayo and ketchup scene.

Herb gasps, then throws a mayonaise jar into Inferno's hand. "EW, KETCHUP!!" she screams.

Jazz is just chilling on the ceiling and watching the chaotic mayo scene.

Ellie likes ketchup very much. She wants to eat ketchup. She is torn: try mayo or try ketchup.

Jazz urges Ellie to try mayo from where he stands on the ceiling.

Inferno stares, utterly appalled at the mayo jar in her hand. She drops it to the floor, causing it to squirt everywhere. This effectively stained the room and all the people in it a hue of beige mayonnaise.
"Um. Sorry." Inferno mutters. Then holds up the beautiful, shinning jar of ketchup. All of a sudden, a choir of angels start singing in the background, a luminescent light emanating from the marvelous sauce.
"Want ketchup with that?" She smiles nervously.

Paige stares at Inferno, also appalled. She then looks down at her drawing, now covered in mayonnaise, and starts to cry.

Inferno frowns. She needs to undo this mess. She sniffs back tears and says goodbye to her ketchup, then, in a sudden poof! it was gone. Then with several other poofs! the mayonnaise splatters dissapeared, because ketchup is just cool like that. The room is now spotless, but depressingly, Inferno has no more ketchup. She chokes back a sob.

Ellie retreats to the kitchen and comes back after a minute with a bowl. "Who wants to try fry sauce?" She says, speaking in Utah language.

"No more sauces, why don't we all try nice, juicy, ghostberries?" Polt pipes up from the corner, after escaping the mayo fiasco by using Ant as a shield. Their hands were full of translucent berries that looked like a cross between a strawberry and a blackberry, with a dull purple center.