“I can’t, I don’t know.”
((Cool?))
“Sorry, English isn’t my first language.”
((What is?))
“Seal, duh.”
((oh.))
“I mean, I’m surprised nobody gets that.”
((ALRIGHT LAD YOU GOIN ON AN ADVENTURE YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH)) "Um.... yay? What even am I supposed to be doin'?"
“Sandwich.”
"What about it?"
((MAKE A PERFECT SAMMICH))
“A sandwich so good it’s a desertwich.”
"So... a s'more?"
“Not quite, But- hey, s’mores IN A SANDWICH!”
"So... uber sammich smore thingy?"
“Just get to it! You have... 10 minutes!” Infinite ingredients appeared on a table in front of him.
"Oh, i'm makin' it 'ere?"
He made a smore, with a smore inside, with a smore inside, with a sandwich inside, all between two giant slices of cake.
He also poured a glass of milk.
“Holy harambe.”
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