The lines in case it’s to difficult to read:
Panel one:
Scythe: where have I..
Panel two:
Krey: so boring…
Scythe: lookie here!
Krey: AHH!-
Scythe: its ma little oomfie! How ya doing?
Krey: Jesus your breath smells..
Panel three:
Scythe: what?? Ain’t like a bit of alcohol will hurt ya..
Krey: still it’s disgusting. Do you even brush your teeth?
Scythe:…
*notices the alcohol being presented by the barista*
Scythe: you wanna have alcohol?
Krey: no thanks.. *sigh*
Hhhh THE WAR OF OVER! AUGHHHHH *back bracks*


















