@ketchupthejestingeg

[After vomiting a bunch of tears and sobbing a mess of them, there was now a mini ocean inside the church, littered with little paper boats that looked as if they structured into a pirate ship. Now there were crew of small eggs inside, some wearing pirate hats and eyepatches, or wearing a bandana over the top. Ketchup was only dully floating on one spot with palm trees growing on him.]

“Huh? What he say?”

“Your ass is glad I covered her ears before she heard that.”

[Man, it would’ve been a great time to celebrate if it weren’t for a sort of heavy object crashing through the church’s roof. It was followed by a red eg with legs, cradling itself in the center of the clouds of dust, placed on a refrigerator, and wailing loudly with a broken tone.]

SAMIRE!

MUSTAAAAARD! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Sarvente couldn't help but flinch a bit- Okay, a lot. This person just appeared out of nowhere, yelling at the top of their lungs and called her...Neapolitan ice cream?? She was very confused, to say the least.

And I know zhith ithn’t zhe time, but you look like Dracula wis zhothe type of wingth or whatever behind zhat back.

Which ith cool. I guesth.

"Ha, I-I don't know what that means, but I'll assume it's an i-insult of sorts..."

"...While that's very good advice, I don't really have any pillows-"