Happy Tree Bullshit

Deep thoughts

Flippy was in his room, laying on his bed looking at the ceiling. Everything was quiet until in the back of his mind, his alter ego spoke up.

"Bro."
"What do you want?"
"If a fly loses its wings, is it a walk?"
"Bro what?!"
"Erasers slowly die for your mistakes."
Flippy held a hand up to his mouth
"How did the inventor of the date system know what day it was?"
"Wh-what?"
"Did he just wake up and say: 'It'S wEdNeSdAy.'"
"Fliqpy, please stop talking-"
"Friends are just people you gather up for your funeral."
"Holy sh*t that got dark.."
"If you buy a bigger bed, you have more bedroom, but less bedroom."
"please, just shut up. I'm not in the mood for this."
"All of the murders I cause, and all if this trauma you have could've been prevented if you weren't such a screw up."
"Ouch..."