#psy-carrot

Hilda: Well, hello PSY-CLOPS.

Psyclopscarrot: I haven’t seen you in 30 years but you still look like a slut!

Hilda: Well I called you the other night but you were being a whiny bitch.

Psycarrot: You didn’t talk to me!

Hilda: Well then, who the hell did I talk to??!

–The other night.–

Hilda, on the phone: Hello you old piece of shit!

Weepy: (HYSTERICAL SOBBING.)

Weepy: And you wrote that number one a chalkboard.

Psy-Carrot: Yes

Weepy: Why?

Psy-Carrot: ….I have no idea.

Moe Tato: (Insert Vegetable related pun.)

(Drums ensue.)

Psy-carrot: Weeps, gets off the drums!

Weepy: (holding drumsticks.) BUT THEY DROWN OUT MY SORROW. :D

Psy-carrot: Sorrow? Humans do not have time for sorrow! When they feel sorrow they flush it right down the toilet so all the people feel is anger replacing sorrow!

Weepy: But I’m a onion.

Psy-carrot: Well then remember to cry yourself to sleep so you no longer shed those tears!

Weepy: I always cry myself to sleep so their dried out, but when I wake up they’re back..

Psy-carrot: (Sad Face.)

*There’s a awkward pause*

Moe Tato: (Insert yet another horrible vegetable invovling depression pun here )

Psy-carrot: ENOUGH MORRIS.