Okay, it is an agreement then.
Now that I have figured out that you have been pouting and not typing my log entries we have an arrangement, Blobby: I will take you with me to my next assignment from Bonzo, but you have to promise not to embarrass me in front of my new friends!
Blobby: Deal!
PF: Quiet, Blobby! Ugh! Check yourself. Ok, I must practice my new voices. *Ahem* Yo yo yo yo yo! Yo yooyooyoo! YOYOyoyoYOyOyOYO! Oh! Hey, Bonzo!
Bonzo: Hey.
PF: What is up, Gree!
Gree: …
PF: Sid, my dog!
Sid: Yo, P. Flig! What’s crack-a-lackin’?
PF: Uh… Yes yes! You are my dog, Sid. You are my best pet dog…
Bonzo: P. Flig, we got an excellent assignment for you.
PF: Well, that IS what is UP! Sock it to me, Jackson!
Bonzo: All right. We want you to… deliver a gift. To the mayor.
PF: The mayor? Oh ho, you boys ARE important. And now I am important because YOU are talking to ME! What gift shall I be delivering? Governmental documents? Fancy hats?
Bonzo: Eggs.
Sid: Through the air, sucka!
PF: A gift of airborne eggs! Marvelous! Do not be jealous, Blobby! I am basically the president of hipness! Let us be delivering!
Current Mood: Words, my son! Words up!
Discoveries Made: I am slowly Discovering the Balance betwixt that which is being wack and that which is being dope.
Hereinto referenced: Three Bean Teens
