ONE DAY:
Foxy (in Pirate's Cove, talking to Mike):... Yeah, baby, I'm sure this is the stuff... Yes, I know. We can't let the Nerds get their immature hands on this stuff or else it's the end of the line for us.
Author (happens to be walking by the cove): OHOHOO~ WHAT IS THIS?! *quietly listens in*
Mike: Look, Foxy, I don't know... It might be a bad idea.
Foxy: Oh, please, Mikey, nothing's ever a bad idea unless author is the one who suggested it. Now lay back so I can apply this...
Author (throws back the cove's curtain with a digital camera in hand): A-HA!
*foxy gives Author a glare and reveals a small bottle... filled with Chica's special salad dressing*
Foxy: Go away.
Author: Er... okay...
*author leaves*
Foxy (looks over at a fully clothed Mike): Oi, does she have a dirty mind or what. Anyway, as I was saying, Chica would kill us both if Author got ahold of her special recipe. so we should probably hold on to it.
Mike: I see.
Foxy: We should probably use some of it now, actually. It smells amazing...
Author: DOES IT HAVE TOMATOES IN IT?!
Foxy and Mike: FRICK OFF, AUTHOR.
THE END
(PS: If you think this was dirty, go
Author: BUS
GODD@MNIT NO
*bus kills us all*)
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