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- >Luna leans over and slumps onto the table. “I want banana peppers on mine friend Anonymous.”
- Anon puts his hand over the phone and takes another drag of his leefy duby. “Ya ya I know.”
- >“Crunch munch crunch.”
- “Hey, where did you get those doritos?!”
- >Luna pulls her head out of the bag, spraying chips and dust everywhere. “I do not recall, they are truly zesty though.”
- >“Sir? Your order?”
- Anon shakes his head and mumbles into the phone “Nah man, just gimme like… like a minute here man.” before dropping it onto the table and reaching over for the chips.
- >“Sir?”
- >“Munch munch munch.”
- “Come on Lulu, don’t bogart all the chips man.”
- >Luna turns away and reburies her face into the bag. “Crunch crunch crunch.”
- “Don’t be like that, we have za coming, sharing is caring and that.”
- >Luna turns back and hooves the chip bag back onto the table. “Tis true, this is but a placeholder before our true feast.”
- “Ya that’s what I’m talking about..” Anon leans over and grabs some chips. “Crunch crunch.” Smiling happily, he leans back. “So freaking zesty.”
- >Luna sloppily magics some chips of her own out. “Verily.”
- “Crunch crunch munch.”
- >“Crunch munch crunch.”
- >“Sir?”
- Anon drops the chips. “Oh hell, the guys still on the phone!”
- >“Act cool friend Anonymous.“ Luna grabs the bag and shoves her head back in. “Crunch crunch.”
- Anon grabs the phone and glares at Luna. “Jeese, come on Lulu.”
- >“Sir, that isn’t a phone.”
- Anon blinks confusedly as he stares from the garlic bread in his hands to the waiter standing beside him. “Oh man…”
- >The waiter brings up his notepad. “Two large pizzas with?”
- “Ah man… what do we want?”
- >Luna pulls her head out of the dorito bag. “I want banana peppers on mine!”
- “I know I know.”
- >“Crunch crunch.”
- “Come on Lulu, don’t bogart all the chips!” Anon reaches over and swipes the bag.
- >Luna magicly pulls out a pile of chips. “Crunch crunch crunch.”
- >“Sir? Ma’am?”
- “Crunch crunch crunch.”
- >“Crunch crunch crunch.”
- >The waiter throws his notepad in the air in frustration and storms off. “Fine, I’ll just bring whatever then!”
- Anon lays his head down on the table and sourly grimaces. “How long do you think it’ll take them to deliver?”
- >Luna shrugs. “I do not know, I hope it is soon though, we’re running out of chips.”
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