Owww that sounds like it hurts

Peter: -hits him with a newspaper- no bad! No murdering

Just lay down and don’t move for the rest of eternity until it heals

Poor baby. Bitch my love and affection will heal you (lol do you still want to do that rp from the other day in hella bored)

Me: don’t mind them cocoa they’re idiots

Peter: nyet. He’s mine -squeezes Thumba- thumba: COME ON PETE ITS WHAT THE PEOPLE WANT

Me: skin ripper? I’m already terrified

Peter: Thumba you better not

Peter: I do not! I happen to like Thumba’s ass very much. And his dick that’s nice too (I think I’m finally getting the hang of anatomy)

Peter: ehhh. I do but... donuts are good. I like sweets

Bitch why are you up still

Peter: -rubs his arm- I don’t know... can I still eat donuts? They’re my favorite food

(He’s too sweet for fighting) peter: oh god that’s going to be terrible! I don’t like this life coach stuff

(He doesn’t fight sweetie) peter: it’s not that much... I’m only 420 pounds... -pokes his stomach-

Peter: but healthy food is terrible! I like donuts way better, and sweets.

Peter: where the hell did you get that? Nyet I’m a very good police officer. I can tackle people very well

Who?

Peter: I actually work as a cop. I’m a pretty good cop if I say so myself.

Peter: I kinda can’t do that. I can’t afford college. Give me something else.

Peter: sorry toshcavich. So what’s your first piece of advice as my life coach comrade?