Dipper hadnât expected to get any texts back on the phone he was messing with. Well, directed at him, anyways. But here was one from Bill, apparently. And it was kind of alarming.Â
[ Are ou s  ri ious?!! how id you get that? how mch of i d ou have?! W h r are you at? ]
He couldnât really be serious though, right? How could he have gotten something like that past Grunkle Stan or Mabel? Or, anyone, really, being in the body of a twelve year old?Â
[hahaaahaahahaahahahahah.....hahaa... uhmmm... hwo mchh? umm alot... a lto of itt...atctualykl not allkthat much.... hahahaahaahahahaah.....itdeostnt ttakt thatmuch tog ehtt oyour pujny little bodysuoooooo wasted...... hahaha.......]
It was hard to type with his hands shaking so much.
[wherehe ami? um,.....um....]
Bill glanced around, disoriented.
[ummmm... oh imint hyour kithcchhehn... asosllso why dont you hust float over here... its hard tot tyepe wiihtth this kkfnei stickikgns ou otff youjkr palm... but if i itaeke it out itll just bemesssyr and bleede evyerhewere... youf eeel me...]











