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krazypocky
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Drake could completely and honestly say that his parents had done no such parental business, let alone dressed him up. Nor did he know how to use a blender. He didn't even know if they had a blender in their house. What was the point of using one anyway? Was it really that difficult to chew food instead of drinking it? Besides, if Drake wanted something liquid-y he could've just gotten someone else to do it for him.
But, then again, pointing out either one of those things wouldn't be the best idea.
Hm. This Weird Hair Chick was slightly less weird and slightly more acceptable. At least she could form a half-decent insult.
Drake yawned so widely his jaw almost unhinged. "What'd you say? Wasn't listening. Your hair is so irritating that it turns off my brain."
He looked at Toddi. Her hair was normal, he noticed faintly.
But, then again, pointing out either one of those things wouldn't be the best idea.
Hm. This Weird Hair Chick was slightly less weird and slightly more acceptable. At least she could form a half-decent insult.
Drake yawned so widely his jaw almost unhinged. "What'd you say? Wasn't listening. Your hair is so irritating that it turns off my brain."
He looked at Toddi. Her hair was normal, he noticed faintly.