No blanket forts for you, my friend.
Well then, consider your cookie privileges withdrawn.
No, suck my dick. You’re such a liar, and a pussy.
Unless anybody has a party in mind?
Or unless my girlfriend plans on coming out of hiding.
Partying sounds good.
You’re the liar here.
I will not have you call me a liar. Suck my dick, Sadie, I wasn’t scared.
Was not. Liar.
Ohh, thanks, I know. You have terrible hair. Sorry, Aspergers.
There’s nothing wrong with my hair, thank you very much. Who are you, anyway?
… I’m listening.
‘kay, here’s the deal. I was building another blanket fort but then I decided it was way too mediocre so I was drawing some diagrams to figure out what possible expansions could upgrade said fort. Came to the conclusion I need two mattresses. Ours—well, the ones in our bedrooms—because the ones in the garage aren’t the right size.
Please, please, please, please, will you help me? I can’t do it on my own because maneuvering them through our rooms and down the stairs is a bitch and I’m not completely sober anymore so I will hurt myself.
Also, you may slide down the stairs on the mattresses if you wish. Yes, I’m only saying that to persuade you. But still.
Oh, and also-also, where the hell have you been hiding? I haven’t seen you in days. D’you get lost in Narnia or something? I told you to stay out of that closet in the basement.
