Peter: -is on floor shaking- y-you're lying to me -cough- the great... Peter doesn't need your help.... (he gets really sick really easily)

Peter: I-I'm fine -pukes some more-

Peter: -yells from bathroom- I WILL- -starts puking again-

My babbu isn't fat. He's just squishy -hugs Peter-

Peter: I AM! I CANT TELL IF YOUR BEING SACRCASTIC OR NOT! BUT I AM SCARY

Peter: -runs to bathroom and starts puking-

Peter: what... was in that.. donut... sour -belly starts to growl-

Peter: I am not soft!!! -stomps foot and makes belly move-

Peter: -takes donut and eats it-

Peter: stop calling me softie! I am fear itself

Peter: -gasps- yes I would like a donut sour!

Peter: -leans over and gives mystics cupcake- here

Peter: LIKE WHAT SAME THING PUNY MORTAL?!

Peter: NOT DIFFERENT FROM NORMAL?! -rests pad on belly-

Peter: that's not scary

Peter: and it's fine Mari.

Peter: -is sprawled on the bed- THERE IS NOTHING MORE TERRIFYING THAN I, THE GREAT PETER

Peter: oh. I-I guess I leave if she doesn't want me here. -gets up and starts to leave-

Peter: MYSTICS?! You're here too? -tries to get up but just flops onto bed- stupid donuts... my stomach still hurts

This is good evil Peter: I've seen better. Me: shut up! It's good