Fran came back to her normal size because the tunnel was pretty big now. She sipped her glow in the dark frappe. “I am not a barista. I own all of Starbucks. I am a tycoon.”
Kernel squawked and ran away at the sight. How could someone be so bold a to purposefully show off their chicken skin?
"Rebecca, no!" Alberto cried. "I love you!" he broke down onto his knees and sobbed. The love of his life had yeeted away to the dark night above. He didn't know what to do now. He didnt mean to attack her, by just being around another girl. He felt like a cold pancake from Denny's. How could he ever get her back now?
Fran felt bad. She patted Alberto on the back and gave him some warm pancakes.
Alberto was too depressed to consume the pancakes. He used them to dry his tears, dabbing away to dry his face as if they were cashmere napkins
Fran said “Oops. Now Rebecca is mad at me. And you.” she shouted to rebecca that she was only his friend. Her voice echoed through the cave.
Fran tried to eat the club crackers. She loved club crackers. And cheez-its. Fran thought about how wrong it was not to pay taxes. Shrugged. And moved on with the cracker carvings.
9Loves suddenly had an asthma attack and had to leave to find his bedazzled inhaler.
Rebecca, who was now the moon, gazed down upon the Earth and got lonely, so decided to come down for a closer look.