i made them talk in a sense sort of like our great lord and savior Kevin. I was not sure how else I could do it so I made it like that. Yes, Kevin, you are my lord and savior. Would you like some cheese, my lord?
WHO STOLE MY CHEETOES?
It wasn’t me.
MR. BANANA?!
I HAVE NOT TOUCHED OR EATEN YOUR CHEETOS, PSYCH. I ONLY LET PEANUT SHELLS TOUCH MY STOMACH.
So that’s where all the peanut shells g-
THEN WHO TOOK MY CHEETOS?
How should I know? They are YOUR cheetos.
*crunch crunch*
I HEAR CHEETO CRUNCHIES. WHO TOUCHED MY CHEETOS? *runs around the house*
*rubs temples* This kid is too much.
HE NEEDS TO LET IT GO. HE’S TOO CLUELESS TO FIND THEM. HE’S PROBABLY JELLY OF THEM. SPEAKING OF WHICH-
I KNOW you made Peanut Butter Jelly Time. Just hush.
*looks in cabinet* AHA! I FOUND YOU-
Wait a second. Violetta?
*comes running at the sound of her girlfriends name*
*crunching the cheetos with a blanket wrapped around her and looking up innocently*
*russian dances over* MY PILLOW IS BEHIND YOUR BACK, VIOLETTA.
Vi, why are you in here?
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… because I may have gotten kicked out of my apartment cause I didn’t have money for rent. And I may have snuck in here.
THAT IS NO EXCUSE TO TAKE MY CHEETOS!
Psych, calm down. Vi-
NO, LO, YOU CALM DOWN! I WAS SAVING THOSE!
-Violetta, why didn’t you ask?
I DON’T KNOW I THOUGHT I MIGHT GET KICKED OUT FOR SOME REASON AND I-
I WOULD HAVE KICKED YOU OUT.
HUSH, Mr. Banana. Here, come out *lends a hand to Violetta*
*grabs it and comes out* Thats why.
Well, you can live here now. It’s fine.
HEY, YOU ATE ALL MY CHEETOS!
Oh, sorry about that.
HOW ABOUT WE GO GET SOME CHEETOS FROM THE GAS STATION. THOUGH IM CRAVING PEANUT SHELLS.
YESSSSSS CAN I GET TWO BAGS? *casually grabs skateboard*
OKAY. IM PAYING. JUST LET ME ROB A BANK REAL QUICKLY.
And with that, they all got their cheetos and lived happily ever after.
HEY, YOU MADE ME SPILL MY CHEETOS!
Or something like that.
