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p4ddl3b4ll​:

di-gi-gamers​:

“Ah yes! The king of every joint you crash at-nyo! The blue blob whose feet everyone kisses-nyo! The one that makes people miss the bathroom-nyo! Now I understand!”

“I’m so sorry for not knowing that you were such a liar… Forgive me, my incredibly simple-looking king-nyo!” Digiko seemed to be shooting down that ego real quick.

“…I’m pretty sure… what did you call it? A paddleball? I think they can’t be defective. I mean… unless the string there somehow comes off…” She said, now taking note that this customer probably just stinks at… what they’re using. “I wouldn’t know though. I never used those before! They look really simple though.”

“Hey, Shut up! This thing works when it wants to!” He seemed a bit red in the face, wether he was embarressed or just annoyed: he was not going to take this smack-talk from some little girl with cat ears.

“Now you better give me my refund, Because I’ll tell you right now: You don’t wanna be messin’ with Blooregard Q. Kazoo! And I’m certainly not gonna let some kid get in the way of me and those sweet sunglasses I saw last time!”

“…Besides, I paid for them fair and square!”

“…Okay, rude.” She was just being nice. What’s with this kid?

“Pff, did you just make up that name on the spot-nyo?” Digiko teased, not caring about Bloo’s tired efforts to get a refund. “Get real-nyo! Is kicking my shins really paying fair and square-nyo?”

“Maybe you’re just some toxic customer-nyo!”

“Puchiko still has her shins-nyu.” Ah! Another small catgirl joined in.

“Wha-! I why y-” He wasn’t at all thrilled having his cool name laughed at like it was some joke, fumbling around with his words he shook his head in defiance.

“Listen, Missy: I’m an Imaginary Friend. I’m blue all over, My kid named me like this for a reason, It ain’t anything funny so laugh it up all you want, that doesn’t drop the fact that I deserve a discount for cryin’ out loud! But if you want to do this the hard way, well, two can play at this game...” It was time for Plan B, His ultimate tactic to get anything he wanted.

“C’MOOOOOOOOOOO-”

p4ddl3b4ll​:

“I’d be mopping the floor with you at Paddleball! Here, watch! HNG…!” He takes a swing and misses. “Oh, come on! You were working last time! ONE…!”

“Hold on, Just wait a second, I think this one’s defective…”

“Ah yes! The king of every joint you crash at-nyo! The blue blob whose feet everyone kisses-nyo! The one that makes people miss the bathroom-nyo! Now I understand!”

“I’m so sorry for not knowing that you were such a liar… Forgive me, my incredibly simple-looking king-nyo!” Digiko seemed to be shooting down that ego real quick.

“…I’m pretty sure… what did you call it? A paddleball? I think they can’t be defective. I mean… unless the string there somehow comes off…” She said, now taking note that this customer probably just stinks at… what they’re using. “I wouldn’t know though. I never used those before! They look really simple though.”

“Hey, Shut up! This thing works when it wants to!” He seemed a bit red in the face, wether he was embarressed or just annoyed: he was not going to take this smack-talk from some little girl with cat ears.

“Now you better give me my refund, Because I’ll tell you right now: You don’t wanna be messin’ with Blooregard Q. Kazoo! And I’m certainly not gonna let some kid get in the way of me and those sweet sunglasses I saw last time!”

“...Besides, I paid for them fair and square!”

“I don’t like your attitude, Missy! I KNOW I paid fair and square and you simply conned me at the last second!"

“You think you’re so special with those cyoot wittle bewls and dose cyoot wittle eayrs, as if you can just waltz anywhere around town and expect everyone to treat you like a little queen, don’tcha?!”