Alas, there will be no dawdling for you this evening. You zoom downstairs to retrieve the wrapping paper.
ZOUNDS! The vile woman approaches, and her bark is far meeker than her bite. She writhes her arm before you, spitting curses and howling obscenities. She tells you you may not wrap your items; she sentences you to HELP WITH THE KITCHEN.
You shake your fists at her. To hell with you, you wretched dame. You poise yourself to kick the old woman's ass into the dirt.
But what's this? OH SHIT !!! You forgot to allocate a strife specibus.
And your dear old Yia-ya already has her dukes up! You're toast. Dead meat. Deceased already, at this point.
Last Edit: Dec 14, 2023 22:01:56 GMT by pissWizard