“Seal, duh.”
“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?"
“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.”
"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!”
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