Peter: -has a serious look on his face now- oh. Sorry. -puts fire down-

Peter: -gasps- Y-YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

Peter: -chuckles- don't worry. I have a tight grip. I won't let you go

Peter: SOFT? SOFT?! I AM FEAR ITSELF! I WILL CRUSH YOU LIKE A BUG!

Peter: nope. -smiles-

Peter: SO WHAT?

Peter: -turns red- watch you laughing at punk?

Peter: it's fine. I'll take good care of her. -pokes fire's cheek- wake up.

Peter: of course I can kill! It's just my belly sometimes gets in the way of me being able to sit up

Peter: I WAS NOT MADE FOR COMFORT! I WAS MADE FOR KILLING!

Peter: here. I, the great (and fit) Peter will take her -takes her and carries her-

Peter: Suck my dick sour

Peter: off of my head. I don't know why people like sitting on me so much!

Peter: -smirks and starts to poke fire- she's kinda cute.

Peter: shut up puff I'm not fat. And hey.

-demonic voice- you couldn't if you tried

Peter: thank you for that. -is still sucking belly in-

Peter: thank you Mari. I'm fine. Just a bit winded

Peter: I said I'm NOT a fat idiot

Peter: and yes I notice that. I'm not a fat idiot you know