Shiny was busy being jelly of literally everyone while she stuck close to Dovey. But then she wondered off when she saw Sehkmet doing her makeup. "Why are you doing your makeup now, didnt you come with it on before you drove here, you dense box of corn starch?" she screeched.
Chickn swang her head sideways to get him off. "Number one rule of scavenging. Mice are edible."
Sehkmet had went home to do her make-up and so ignored her. Because she was in her room. Sehkmet put her fab dress and accessories on and put hair/feather spray on her feathers so the wouldn't be ruined when she got to poopcoming. She put her helmet on and drove her Indian to poopcoming.
Fran was impressed.
Fran bit her tongue, but gave her a frappe to compensate because she actually wasn’t mad.
Alberto tipped his baseball hat. "Do you know what all this talk about pringles is?" he asked
"Wai thenk you," chickn said, soothing her wounded tongue with a frappe.
“He died” she answered. (Actually right now she is cranberry size and in a cave with others trying to save him). “Wanna come?”
"You are such a multitasker." He said admiringly, Then looked off in the distance to the cold metal wall. He didnt know if he loved Fran or not. She had gotten him through so many rough times, like breaking into Macy's, hunting down the Mazda when it got stolen, or who could forget the time she slapped the guy behind the counter at Denny's when they served him cold pancakes. She was his best friend. Then he decided, that wasnt going to change. They would stay best friends. He would continue to live for Rebecca. There were hurdles he had to jump with that, though. Crooked River was in the way. And Noodles maybe. He wasnt exactly sure. Then he realized he was staring at the wall for a long time and looked back at Fran, but was side tracked because, there, Behold! Behind Fran floated Crooked River, in the spirit! He had died. A perfect match for Rebecca now, since alas she was dead too. But wait, were there bodies on the floor? Why had no one called the cleaning department yet? He sighed, very confused- finally concluding that Crooked River was too hawt, hawter than him. He could never live up to the hawtness that radiated from Crooked River's existence. The competition was too stronk. Like a snek's jaw. He would never win over Rebecca, no, not while that other dino was in the way. He finally after a very awkward amount of time looked into Fran's face, not her eyes though, her whole face he looked at, and said: "I will join you in the cave."
