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adrian: YOU’RE 12, YOU DONT EVEN HAVE A DRIVERS LICENSE!

george: so?

adrian: cmon

george: wait no- WAIT PLEASE MOMS GONNA HIT ME-

*grabs george and throws him into the backseat of the car and drives off*

adrian: i’m made of slime i’m fine

*george gets out of the car*

george: hiii!

adrian: OH WHAT THE FUCK

adrian: yep bye-

*suddenly gets run over by a car that bursts through the wall*

adrian: AAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH

adrian: yeah..

*silence*

adrian: i’m gonna go home now i guess-

adrian: whenever me and tuffy are having private moments, the little shit just bursts through the door, or when i’m on my phone, he asks for it, then i have to give it to him or my mom scolds me, and then he gets his stupid little grubby fingerprints all over my screen, then i have to buy wipes and- i just hate the guy.

adrian: must of ran away again. hopefully he doesn’t come back- i mean i miss my little brother very very much.

adrian: i’d never make you cry, sam. also, have you seen my little brother George anywhere?

adrian: because i.. uh.. because it creeps normal people out whenever i eat things that aren’t supposed to be eaten.

adrian: i always thought your earrings looked tasty too.

adrian: me and tuffy have been doing stuff we normally do back on my planet. destroying cities, murdering people, yknow, the usual.

adrian: i think she’s trying to get samu out. i dunno where Menny is, but samus been in there for months man. its worrying us kinda.

adrian: shes in that gray room in the garden. yknow, the grey room that samu is just constantly standing in. pretty sure that things fallin’ apart now..

adrian: wow. okay. thats.. okay. i didn’t expect that. hmmm.. drink this.

*gives him a glass of radioactive waste*

adrian: but have you drank 3 large spoonfuls of paint before? that’s technically 1 litre of paint, yknow.

adrian: you just drank 3 large spoonfuls of paint. now you’re probably going to die from lead poisoning.

adrian: heheheehhehe.. hehehehe.. HAHAHAHAAHAHAH.. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHH!!!!

adrian: drink it or i’ll force it down your throat now.

adrian: good, yes. *takes a glass of water, mixes in some brown acrylic paint, and puts ice in it* here jake i made you a drink

*passes it to him*

adrian: cockadoodle coola or whatever your stupid people call it

adrian: hm, okay. got any paint? specifically with lead.