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Bri grabbed her bag and a couple coffee mugs and leaped up and started for the door

Bri shook her head. “Once my sister and I tried to make it without directions. We had no idea how to use the powdered cheese and it was a total disaster AND the noodles were undercooked. And we REALLY wanted Mac and cheese that day.” (True sorry btw guys).

Bri spit out her tea (can't stand coffee). "What do you mean you're not the cook??" Bri wondered who else was going to cook. She loved mac and cheese, which she assumed all moms know how to make. "I can't make mac and cheese," she stated simply.

Bri heeded not the cries of her fellow criminals, but she did break out the coffee, arranging 4849 mugs for them to choose from (she’s found them in a crate in the warehouse).

“WAKE UP!” Bri screeched. She gathered her stuff up, and then blew her air horn for a while. She wanted the tune to sound like “Amazing Grace” because that was the first song she had thought of, but instead it sounded like a dying seagull. She stopped blowing the air horn and threw it out the...

Accepted! (I dislike my nose as well, also, sour skittles are the only good kind!)

Bri furiously knits a sweater and puts it on Shiloh. She uses the extra to make socks for everyone.

Bri broke out the shears and her knitting needles. “Imma make a SHILOH SWEATER.”

“Ooh,” Bri admired her smol fleet. “Very impressive.”

Bri shook her hand and then helped her up.

Bri gave a shrug. “Well okay, but we can give them lifeboats at least,” Bri said. “After that, survival of the fittest.”

Bri has studied mopmanship at the University of Mops and Brooms and she was truly a wonder to be beheld. She deflected Roo’s sword with one swift sweep.

Bri laughed manically and did some brandishing of her own--only she brandished a mop. It was quite an unusual mop, and she had full confidence that it could win in a fight against a sword. That was why she had brought only this as a weapon to take the ship.

"This is getting WiLd" Bri observed, peeking out from behind her book, with it's homemade cover: HOW TO STAB PEOPLE WHO TALK TO YOU. In reality it was The Lord of the Rings, but she'd found long ago that her homemade covers gave her more peace and quiet. She rifled through her stack. HOW TO FRY...

"Ok," Bri said. "If you want to kill them, you can."

Bri pulled out her mop and individually bopped each person on the head and told them to claim square footage of the warehouse for the night.

"Well, I can drive a car," Bri countered. "Just steer the ship from point A to point B. Or you could drive it. Oh I don't know how big exactly, but it's big. When we get on we'll find a ruler and you can measure it if you want to."

"Eh oh hard can it be?" Bri shrugged. "I can do it. Probably. I can sail a sailboat, which is much more difficult, in my opinion."

"Well I for one won't be killing anyone," Bri said. "I'm sure we can find some rope around here. We'll figure the bathroom thingy out."

“Alright,” Bri announced in a loud voice, scribbling in her notebook. “We’ll have the wedding at the island, nobody get too excited.”