After the silent
intense and burning (still being burned alive here) stare off, RG finally decided
to help me down. “Oooooooooh you are sooo nice. I mean I was just hanging up
there and now I’m down. Thanks friend!” All of that was sarcastic. “Well if you
want, I’ll help you down from places more often! I try to be a good friend and partner
you know.” I swear this girl is so sweet, I just can’t stay mad at her…on the
outside. On the inside yaaah, I’ll be mad for like a day. So now it was time to
gtfo, and we did. Me embarrassingly hold onto her as she and her rocket boots
flew out of the hole in the roof she made and carried us to the super-secret
adults super hero hide out. Where other awesome people were just lying around
like they don’t have a job. Like some of us can AFFORD to be lazy. You know
what, this job sucks. Anyway, we get there and immediately I call for MT. WHY?
Would I call for some MT person? BECAUSEEE Robot girl and MT are friends, and
friends like to mess with each other. It’s her funeral. I’ll watch from afar,
that is also what friends do. Oooh right MT stands for Mourne Tikkler. Some French
guy that defeats people by tickling. And HEY it’s more effective than my ducks.
In fact EVERYTHING IS MORE EFFECTIVE THAN MY DUCKS. Oh god kill me now. Oooh,
looks like the “friendly” tickling is about to start. Oooh time to be the good
friend I pre- am and watch from afar.