[ yawning lazily, faith stretches one more time before standing up and heading to the mini-fridge herself. ]
Nah, I got it. I keep letting you save me the walk to the fridge, I'm gonna get fat. [ oooh, score, cold pizza! the next sentence is said through a bite of said pizza. ] Fat slayers die faster.
i had to. I HAD TO.
Nah, I got it. I keep letting you save me the walk to the fridge, I'm gonna get fat. [ oooh, score, cold pizza! the next sentence is said through a bite of said pizza. ] Fat slayers die faster.