Taylor: *hands mike and michael a mug*

Me: *pets head* good job tay tay

Taylor: *groans* *takes robot arm and gets wip cream*

Taylor: *sighs* *starts to make hot chocolate* //me: her mom instincts are kicking in

Me: im not yr mom //taylor: i dont give a fuck

Taylor: MOM! *grabs rifi out of oven*

Me: *creeks oven open a lil* ok but im staying in here

Taylor: oh.my.GOD

Taylor: its alright it isn't like yr 3 ft and so inches taller then me (4'9)

Taylor: u right*pushes Michael off*

Me:* creeks open oven* NO TAG BACKS*closes*

Taylor: *falls out of microwave* OOF-

Taylor: *hides in microwave somehow*//me: *goes in oven.....somehow*

I imagine a big green potato with a rlly mad face

me and taylor: *runs*

Taylor: yes he does to wipe some sence on him //me: OHHHHHHHHHHHH

Taylor: DONT DONT DANGIT

Me: *taps mike* tag *runs like sonic vov2

Me: DANGIT!!//taylor: *runs like sonic*

Me:*walks up to him* //taylor:*gets ready to run*