Purple McCoolio's POV

As we got on the train, I realized how fun it would be to draw orange. So, I take the Orange juice that we were drinking, and then the shair that I was sitting one. I still needed something else though. Ah, I know what I needed: the blood of someone who was born in the six mile radius of a clown. This is how my journey began.

The lines of Oranges non face were thick, like the [pulp of a really juicy handpicked orange. That has been stuck in a blender, like I hoped to do to orange. But in a nice foriendly way, not a mean, kill kill kill fall in love way. IM ALREADY IN LOVE WITH BUTTERFLIES, THOUGH WHETHER I KILL THEM IS UP TO YOU TO GUESS.

Anyway, I managed to draw them , though it was somewhat difficult, what with the conflicting information adn all (BUT I SYTILL MANAGED TO DO IT, UNLIKE YOU FANART WRITERS >:(). I want to learn calculus. Maybe then I relaizew how to draw the trajectory of a hair strand. And BUTTERFLIES.

But that's neither here nor there, because right at that moment, our hunger games manager: Kared Weilihymu, walked into the room, and brilliant smile on hers betuful face. I hope she'll teach us calculus.

"HELLOE, Purple and Orange," Hared greeted excitedly, "I hope that you BPTH are ready for the hunger games this year. it is an unexpected yet amazing opportunity to compete with those above and beneath you in skill, charm, endurence and to prove yourself worthy of the victors title after having completed many arduous tasks and maybe dies a bit or a lot and my apologies I can't monologue or give speeches if I tried have a good day and don't disgrace me."

"Will there be murder cats?" Orange asked, "I hope nopt, because that would be a fairly tramatic experiance for me, as I use to have a cat but it diesd."

I'm pretty sure they teach you to use people weaknesses in calculus maybe I can spring a cat on them oh no is that evil maybe it is is that ok maybe I shouldn't but then again if I'm willing to stick them in a blender then this is much better hm yes what if it was her cats BODY, yes that will do.

"Uh... on the other hand, you know what I love?" I ask ecizitedly, Kared, who was quickly scribbling an a spare clipbraod looked up, "I LOVE cats, if you know what I mean, so, uh, I wouldn't mind if you put cats in there, lots and lots of cats."

Orange looked flabbergasted.

Maybe they don't speak english or something.

"Ciao", I tried.

"That's what me cat used to say," Oranfe sobbed, light blue tears falling to the floor around their not feet.

"spiacente...?" I tried again.

"It used to say that too!" Orange roared, "Along with: 'I'm not here, you have to let me go, I will put you back together, RoreTyler, I-."

"I. Really sorry about your cat but I'm hungry, can we eat some pasta?" I tried once more.

Orange let out a scream of saddness, then slammed a fork on the table at me. I wish I knew calculus, then maybe aid know what to do here, Italian is useless (well, not really). Just the Italians in WW2.

Evan: We still haven't described Purple....

Friend: we NEED TO DO THAT

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