Chapter three: Run.

Run Run Run Run Run Ron

“Hewoowwwww! My names Ronnieeee! I’m a cute giiiiiiiiirllllllllllllllllllllll!!!! (¯`�-�‿�-�´¯)”

“Oh, er, cool.”

“KiSs mEEEE!”

“I’m not a lesbian though…”

“I don’t care! I’m LGBT inclusive! Or exclusive. Teeheeeee! (�-�‿-)”

“Erm, okay.”

“Your cute! I’m a feminist by the way! HAHAHAHA! {♥‿♥}{♥‿♥}{♥‿♥}{♥‿♥}{♥‿♥}{♥‿♥}”

“I love pie.”

“ME TOO! YOUR SOOOO CUTE! I’VE PROBABLY ABUSED MANY GIRLFRIENDS AND BOYFRIENDS AND I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE KILLED SOMEONE BUT EVERYONE WILL LOVE ME BECAUSE IM SOOO CUUUUTEEEE! (�-�•�-•�-�)♡ ✧*。(�-�•�-•�-�)♡ ✧*。(�-�•�-•�-�)♡ ✧*。(�-�•�-•�-�)♡ ✧*。(�-�•�-•�-�)♡ ✧*。(�-�•�-•�-�)♡ ✧*。(�-�•�-•�-�)♡ ✧*。(�-�•�-•�-�)♡ ✧*。(�-�•�-•�-�)♡ ✧*。(�-�•�-•�-�)♡ ✧*。(�-�•�-•�-�)♡ ✧*。(�-�•�-•�-�)♡ ✧*。(�-�•�-•�-�)♡ ✧*。(�-�•�-•�-�)♡ ✧*。(�-�•�-•�-�)♡ ✧*。(�-�•�-•�-�)♡ ✧*。(�-�•�-•�-�)♡ ✧*。(�-�•�-•�-�)♡ ✧*。(�-�•�-•�-�)♡ ✧*。(�-�•�-•�-�)♡ ✧*。”

“Uh huh. Can you move please?”

“YEAH SUUURE! HAHAHAHA! I LOVE WOMENNNNNNN!

 (っ�-"�-��-")っ ♥(っ�-"�-��-")っ ♥(っ�-"�-��-")っ ♥”

“Oh okay.”

Ronnie giggled cutely (very cute btw) and did a small swirl in her cute cute cute dress (still cute)  

She then got totally obliterated by Ron (cool guy) Like so totally. She got killed. Like, she’s seriously not breathing. 

“Hi, I’m Ron Sugar (cool guy btw)”

“WHAT THE F**K YOU KILLED HER!”

“shut up she deserved it shes a woman”

“Why the hell does everyone hate women here-“

“sHUT UP! I HATE WOMEN (cool guy hate waman)”

“W-Why..?”

“i dunno. someone told i think.”

“Yeah cause you live in a society that benefits men.”

“oh yeah thats cool (still totally cool btw)”

“Stop hating women! It’s wrong!”

“it is simply my opinion i dont have to heed by dumb rules.”

“Yeah but boys have been raised to think that they are better. It’s wrong! We should all be feminist!”

“oh i guess im a feminist now yay (cool guy is now feminist)”

“Well done.”

“Okay I’ll let you go past now-“

“Did you really think it was that simple?”

Ron dropped dead to the floor. A knife struck in his heart (ded, in a cool way). Bob was back. His mad face was still totally mad.

(How the hell-)

“Don’t talk. Talking wastes the mind.”

The author can’t talk anymore.

“Raise that cursor to the share option.”

The author slowly raised the mouse to share button, her trembling hand sweating as well as her face.

“Faster.”

(n-n…)

“Tryna talk?”

(….I’m still the author. B***h.)

“Tch. Guess I shoulda waited my turn.”

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 (You may think all’s over.)

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