"Yolo..." I whisper quietly to Haymitch.
"Oh. Okay." He says, pulling a Legolas out of his nightlight. Just then, my boyfriend Wheatley bursts through the Floor.
"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU!?!" He yells to me, slapping Haymitch with his potato. I jump up from the treehouse nail and lick his butterfly tail.
"Stop this now, Wheatis." I say. He nods and flies off into the sunset.
Da end
