SCARECROW HAS ORDERED YOU TO HAVE THE DRINK OF DOOM. I JUST NEED YOU TO SIGN THIS WAIVER HERE, HERE, AND HERE SO THAT IF IT KILLS YOU YOUR FAMILY CANT SUE US.
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It's okay, I can be revived as Cerulean Velox. *signs waiver*
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*GIVES SHOT OF THE DRINK OF DOOM*
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*sweeps*
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Is that the wrong word? Did I Swenglish it?
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I'M STILL CONFUSED.
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I downed it in one go. Apparently that cannot be called swept?
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YOU DOWNED IT WITHOUT PASSING OUT? UH OH. *WATCHES AS YOUR INTERNAL ORGANS MELT*
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Wwhhat you talkin bout? I... I feel ffine.
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*SILENTLY WALKS AWAY AS YOU MELT INTO A GLOWING PUDDLE ON THE FLOOR* CLEANUP AT TABLE 6!
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*looks at bodily remains* Well, that's a mess. But I already told you I could be revived in a different form.
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CLEAN UP YOUR MESS.
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I just died, man. Can't I catch a break?
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NOPE. CLEAN IT UP.
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Fine. *starts scrubbing*
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YOU MISSED A SPOT.
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Edited by Cerulean Velox: 7/15/2014 5:35:25 PM*cleans off the last*
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DON'T FORGET THE WALL YOUR BRAIN EXPLODED ALL OVER.
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I've already cleaned that.
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NO YOU DIDN'T. *THROWS RANDOM BRAIN AT WALL*