(Okay this is basically a continuation of that one Blasher post I made on here sooo... yeah- I was trying to sleep then this shit entered my mind..)
Pickle, tearing up: *Sniff* I'm sorry Crusher but it had to come up... *sniff*
Crusher: Sorry about what P..?
Pickle: I-It had to come up *Sniff Sniff*
Crusher: What had to come up...? Like Pickle what the shit are you talking about-
Pickle, crying: IT HAD TO COME UP! *Points at pile of vomit*
Crusher: Oh- How'd you manage to projectile vomit all over me and Blaze's room though...
Pickle: I don't know?! I WAS SAYING NO BUT MY STOMACH WAS SAYING YES THEN IT CAME UP!
Crusher: It's not exactly your fault that your stomach was upset it might be a stomach bug... But let's get you cleaned up-
Blaze, kicks down door: CRUSH, PICKLE'S SICK?!
Crusher: What the fuck, no? I said it might be a stomach bug, might be a stomach bug.
Blaze: First off all language a child's in here.
Pickle: But I'm literally-
Blaze, to Pickle: Hush child.
Blaze: SECOND OF ALL! *Picks up Pickle* WE ARE GOING STRAIGHT TO URGENT CARE!
Pickle: I WAS JUST SHOVELING DOWN MASS AMOUNTS OF PICKLES THOUGH?! CRUSHER HELP ME OUT HERE?
Crusher: You kinda deserve this one because that was the reason we hid those from you. Also, HOW ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO DRIVE STRAIGHT IF YOU'RE GAY! YOU'RE DRIVING GAY BLAZE!
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(Batmm) Blaze and the monster machines Randomness
RandomMostly incorrect quotes and stuff lingering in my mind