Larry: Guys. The turkey burnt. We might have to go ham on Thanksgiving.
Steve: dawg. I'm fine with ham.
Frank: No.
Colonel: Fine by me.
Peyton: omg ham.
Leon: si si.
Plum: Wow.
Drake: How do you burn turkey dawg?
Larry: Let me whisper it to you, dawg.
Drake: Okay.
Larry intense whisper: logic.
Drake: .
Elliot: Why is their a burning turkey in the blue room?
Larry: Um..
Everyone stares at Larry.
Frank: YOU LET THE TURKEY BURN IN THERE?!
Larry: Maybe.
Frank: I WANT AN ANSWER. NOT MAYBE.
Drake: But that is an answer.
Frank: Fine. But how are we supposed to make the Mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, and all that stuff in time?
Larry: Let the chef do his magic, rookie.
Frank: ROOKIE?!
the end. This was short only because I was struggling to try and make this longer, so expect something longer today, maybe.
YOU ARE READING
MY MI2 AU.
HorrorI missed this so much and I bet you all did too. I'm bringing this shit back.
