I heard someone was talkin bout some taters up in here!? *tilts cowboy hat and spits on the ground* AIN'T NOBODY BUT ME TALKIN BOUT NO TATERS! *revs chainsaw angrily*
How about... We make it rain! *Pulls out bucket of hail-stones* *throws the bucket into the air* *runs for cover* MAKE IT RAIN, MAKE IT RAIN!
Alice, what's up next? "Your latest chat log." (10:29:37) S.P.I.K.E: Ridley_Wolf logs into the Chat. (10:29:44) *Debbie: Ellooo~ (10:29:53) Ridley_Wolf: Hello. (10:30:02) *Debbie: How are you? :3 (10:30:39) Ridley_Wolf: I am well. How are you? (10:31:02) *Debbie: I'm fine~ Thank you for asking ^^ (10:31:38) Ridley_Wolf: That is good to hear. You are welcome. (10:32:04) *Debbie: Anything interesting happening? owo (10:33:02) Ridley_Wolf: Other than the radioactive purple toast monster that is trying to eat me? Nothing. (10:33:23) *Debbie: Radioactive purple... toast? (10:33:35) Ridley_Wolf: Indeed. (10:34:07) *Debbie: Uhh... Tell me about this radioactive toast monster... (10:35:58) Ridley_Wolf: Very well. He stands about nine feet tall, his teeth appear to be made out of rock candy, and he is making a noise that sounds like "Wah-RONK!" (10:36:37) *Debbie: That's an interesting description... (10:36:47) Ridley_Wolf: Indeed. (10:37:35) *Debbie: Where is it now? (10:38:44) Ridley_Wolf: He is currently rummaging through my refrigerator. I suspect that he wishes to eat me with ketchup. (10:39:25) *Debbie: Err.... (10:40:02) Ridley_Wolf: Quite.
I hate when radioactive purple toast monsters try to eat me too. Even worse is the guitar playing cyan orangutan mango. Every other Sunday. >.>