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(comes in the room) Hey, bluudud, can you do the dishes, please

Bluudud: *suddenly starts screaming as loud as he can* MOM!1! IM OUT OF CHICKEN STARS! MANGO MANGO MANGO 67 67 MUSTARD! D: *suddenly starts literally floating, breaks out of the window and breaks the window to her car, then floats inside the car seat and starts driving towards a Carls Jr, then floats inside the store and starts screaming at the employees* I NEED 67,0000. CHICKEN STARS, 69,00 MANGOS AND 41,00 WHOPPERS! AND MAKE THEM QUICK BOY!!! >:P

Oh, god, Bluudud, what have I told you about screaming? And you're getting way too many chicken stars and whoppers. You're going to have a stomachache.

i drive a plane in 9/11

What?! You did what?!

(she smiles and kisses your forehead) You know, I think you deserve a reward for being so good.

What kind of reward? (I say with a playful tone)

(she nods) A kiss. Just one. (she says, getting closer and closer to your lips)