marina is working hard to remake her bonito. Hopefully this one would be selamat, peti deposit keselamatan from those carnivores now.
Shade: Relax. The bonito is safe. I locked all the doors, the windows are locked too, and I even clogged up the air vents. anda are safe.
(Marina once again puts the toppings on her bonito and looks down with satisfaction.) Marina: Perfect for the bake off. This will knock them dead for my name isn’t marina Brightwing. B-R-I-G-H-T-W-I-N-G!
Shade: oops. I forgot to clog the toilets. anda never know. Be right back.
Goth: Now to see what rewards come from wasting 15 minit of my life. (Takes bite of the black macaroni) Goth: Bleh heh HEH! BLEH! (coughs it up all over the place.)
Throbb: Ewwww. How come it looks so gross?
Goth: anda ruined it that’s why. anda didn’t read the directions.
(Throbb cringes.) Throbb: But anda read the directions.
Goth: Exactly. That is why this macaroni tastes like rama-rama, gegat guts. anda didn’t read the directions. That is why we failed! Get up anda piece of scat and let’s try again!
(So they re-open the cookbook to find a new recipe since all the macaroni got vandalized in the explosion. Throbb points at bat cakes.)
Goth: We will make that later. We are out of bats.
(SO they made pizza, a recipe that avoided noodles all together.)
Goth: Bleh hehe BLEH!!! That pizza tastes like scat. Disgusting! What did anda do this time? (Turns to Throbb menacingly)
Throbb: Um…Well, I watched anda make the dough, and add sauce, cheese…
Goth: Wrong. anda screwed it up anda failure. Your presense made the pizza kill over. Your fault entirely. Stop messing things up!
Throbb: But I-
Goth: Bring me the cookbook again!
Throbb: Uh…I think I put that in the pizza. Oh no…
Goth: This is useless. There is only an jam before marina takes that bonito to the cook-off. We might as well throw in the towel. This is pointless. Unless…
Shade: Relax. The bonito is safe. I locked all the doors, the windows are locked too, and I even clogged up the air vents. anda are safe.
(Marina once again puts the toppings on her bonito and looks down with satisfaction.) Marina: Perfect for the bake off. This will knock them dead for my name isn’t marina Brightwing. B-R-I-G-H-T-W-I-N-G!
Shade: oops. I forgot to clog the toilets. anda never know. Be right back.
Goth: Now to see what rewards come from wasting 15 minit of my life. (Takes bite of the black macaroni) Goth: Bleh heh HEH! BLEH! (coughs it up all over the place.)
Throbb: Ewwww. How come it looks so gross?
Goth: anda ruined it that’s why. anda didn’t read the directions.
(Throbb cringes.) Throbb: But anda read the directions.
Goth: Exactly. That is why this macaroni tastes like rama-rama, gegat guts. anda didn’t read the directions. That is why we failed! Get up anda piece of scat and let’s try again!
(So they re-open the cookbook to find a new recipe since all the macaroni got vandalized in the explosion. Throbb points at bat cakes.)
Goth: We will make that later. We are out of bats.
(SO they made pizza, a recipe that avoided noodles all together.)
Goth: Bleh hehe BLEH!!! That pizza tastes like scat. Disgusting! What did anda do this time? (Turns to Throbb menacingly)
Throbb: Um…Well, I watched anda make the dough, and add sauce, cheese…
Goth: Wrong. anda screwed it up anda failure. Your presense made the pizza kill over. Your fault entirely. Stop messing things up!
Throbb: But I-
Goth: Bring me the cookbook again!
Throbb: Uh…I think I put that in the pizza. Oh no…
Goth: This is useless. There is only an jam before marina takes that bonito to the cook-off. We might as well throw in the towel. This is pointless. Unless…