my disgusting rat wife (self proclaimed by her) keeps breaking into my room just to look at me
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You casually reach for the phone next to your bedside, you look through the button options to find the “Spoiled Mousse Cookie” one before calling.
△ “It’s me. She’s here. Again. Can you send someone to eject her from my room please?”
△ “NOT TODAY! I glued the door shut, HEHEHEHE!”
You look over to see that she, indeed, had glued the door shut with some sort of tar-like substance.
△ “Huh. You did. So, what’s your aim here…?”
△ “Oh, I was just gonna watch ya sleep. You look so peaceful doing it, hard time running this place? ;)”
The door on the other side is banged on.
△ “What the?! Open the door!”
△ “Urgh! You’re ruinin’ the moment! Can you all just go away?!”
△ “There’s no time, go for plan B.”
The door is busted down as Salsa Cookie and Financier Cookie run through, holding up Salt Cellar Cookie as if she were a battering ram.
△ “You have done a great service for this kingdom.”
△ “Alright, Spoiled Mousse. How do you want to do this? Easy way or hard way?”
△ “Ah, Salsa Cookie! My good friend! My pal! My ally! My-“
△ “Surely, you can see the natural beauty of your sovereign’s peaceful sleeping. They’re always so busy and in a rush, that seein’ ‘em this…calm is a work of art, don’t ya agree?”
Salsa only responded with a deadpan look before cracking her neck side to side and punching her fist into her palm.
Financier and Salt Cellar behind her ready their weapons as Spoiled Mousse pouts.
△ “Just keep it down while you’re doing that, I’m trying to get my sleep!”
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