"Wait a minute lad, I aint done yet!" He grinned, slicing a potato into razor-thin slices, frying them.
“Chisp”
He shot him a finger gun. "Right on, lad."
Blood spurts out of my chest. “Augh! What.. have.. you... done?!”
";-;"
“You shot me!”
"It was only a gesture, lad."
“It was only a joke, ‘lad’.” The cranberry juice vanishes.
He shrugged.
"So, you gonna try the sandwch?"
“I can’t cut it into the decided percentages, I only flippers.”
"Alright, I'll do it." He cut it so it was 71%, 29%.
“Hmm..” I stare at it closely. “You sure this isn’t 71.99/29.01?”
"LAD."
“Boi, answer.”
"I AM SURE."
“Okay.” I give Stereo his 71.99 percent.
((*cuts off .99%*))
“What u doin?”
((*gives icy .99% for failing maths))
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