[VIDEO]

[swarmoflies]

[The little girl in the mirror's looking rather peeved about something, and she's not going to waster any time in telling you what it is. She takes in a deep breath, and then says the following at ear-splitting volume:]

Quit writin' shit down! We've all got this fancy pymaric what lets us talk like real people from a long way away! Why the hell would you use it to send words on paper? That's like buyin' a fancy plod to carry yer handbag!

[Yeah she's a bit annoyed by all the written missives lately, since she's completely illiterate.]

Comments

[swarmoflies]

I just said, it's good!

[She's scarfing it down like it was a race. Life had trained her to eat fast, or else somebody would steal your food.]

[fionna_time]

I mean the panca-dude, come on, eat slowly or you'll barf!

[swarmoflies]

[Sette doesn't do slow eating. She sticks her tongue out, a rather disgusting affair given that her mouth is full of egg.]

[fionna_time]

[Fionna makes a face but goes back to eating herself, looking over at Sette, grinning]

The food's not goin' anywhere, you know.

[swarmoflies]

Shore it is. Into me belly.

[fionna_time]

Heh, yeah, that's true. Just don't get a belly ache, k?

[swarmoflies]

Never! Me tum's a locker made o' iron!

[fionna_time]

Heh! Mine too. Me and Cake totes scarf down all different types of grub when we get the chance."

[swarmoflies]

[Sette pushes her bare plate away, patting the aforementioned tummy as she swallows her last bite.]

'sides, the faster you eat the less likely someone's gonna get at it.