Don’t Mess With Me Suzy Snooze

YEET

“Don’t check ya coffee cabinets.”

“What, was ‘Rev-It-Up’ too much?”

“Completely unrelated, but did ya know pool chlorine ‘n cappuccino togetha tastes god-awful? Don’t reccommend at all.”

“Ya statin’ that as a fact or personal experience?”

“Don’t check ya coffee cabinets.”

“What, was ‘Rev-It-Up’ too much?”

“Completely unrelated, but did ya know pool chlorine ‘n cappuccino togetha tastes god-awful? Don’t reccommend at all.”

“Ya never regard ta me highly, Mr. Scaryback or whatever, I know that. But, eh, how are ya doin’, anyway?”

He shakes a small box to prove his point with a grin.

“Ah.... well I think that I don’t care for ya little morsels from different places, as tempting as they could be. Your preferences come from the Europe. Mine come from the exquisite lands of Argyle.”

“I’m not tiny,” she protests weakly, and frowns. “I don’t use a crib anymore either.” But … the prospect of climbing something, even as small of a crib, was tempting. “Promise you won’t call me a baby, and then we can share. I brought some for you, too.”

“Don’t check ya coffee cabinets.”

“What, was ‘Rev-It-Up’ too much?”

“If you’re an American before ya go to the bathroom, and an American after ya leave it, what are ya inside the bathroom?”

“European.”

“If you’re an American before ya go to the bathroom, and an American after ya leave it, what are ya inside the bathroom?”

“Of course I like you, I like all whelps!”

“Ah, I’m..... thankful for that. Definitely a whelp, yep.” He tries to hide the rasp of his voice with a lighter tone, which is helped to disguise it when he was in human form. Hopefully the warlord doesn’t see through it.

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“Now if ya really want a suspect, ask Big Boy Blue. I hear he’s been livin’ in your attic or somethin’.”

“Big Boy Blue? Do you mean Mr. Blinky?”

“Can’t remember his name for me life.”

“Oh the ginger root guy! I’ve never really met him, but I did accidentally knock him out once. I’ll have to take a look in my attic.”

“Whoa, hold on, ya knocked him out? Man, this story is what I got ta hear. After ya talk ta him, care ta tell me ‘bout that experience? For blackmail purposes?”