It's Corona Time
Lety: IT'S CORONA TIME *va in giro cantando*
Hannes: ECCO LA BIRRA
Lety: ma... Io... Vabbè dai...PASSA QUA
Armin: Lety...
Lety: *lo ignora*
Armin: Lety
Lety: *non lo sente*
Armin: LETY
Lety: OOOH CAZZO URLI? DIMMI
Armin: a te non piace la birra
Lety: *guarda la bottiglia* ah... HAI RAGIONE ARMIN. *lancia via la bottiglia e continua a cantare*
Armin: TI PREGO BASTA CANTARE.
Marta: IT'S CORONA TIME BITCH
Lety/Marta: *cantano insieme*
Armin: AVETE ROTTO LE PALLEEEE.
Marta: ARMIN LE PAROLE CAZZO
Lety: ECCO.
Armin: ma...
Marta: *lo stritola* I MELONI NON DICONO PAROLACCE.
Lety: *li shippa*
Un po' più tardi ma non si sa quando perché non lo so neppure io.
Lety: Victor...
Victor: si?
Lety: dobbiamo diventare consulenti di coppia.
Victor: Va bene... Chi sono i malcapitati?
Lety: Marta e Armin...
Victor: immaginavo.
Lety: ho un piano perfetto...
Victor: SPARA.
Lety: *spara con una pistola a pallini* fatto
Victor: non ci credo che ti ho sposato veramente...
Lety: Eddaiiii...
Victor: lasciamo perdere va dimmi il piano
Lety: prendiamo Marta e Armin e li chiudiamo in una stanza
Victor: che piano fantastico...
Lety: LO SOO
Victor: mah... Come hai intenzione di attirare quei due in una stanza?
Lety: secondo te non conosco mia sorella e il suo husbando?
Victor: ok scusa scusa mi affido a te allora
Lety: fai bene... *risata che dovrebbe essere malefica ma sembra un pollo*
Altro tempo dopo ma non più di tanto
Lety: *mette in una stanza dei libri e del cibo* ora non resta che aspettare
Marta: CIBOOOOO *si lancia nella stanza*
Armin: LIBRIIIIIIII *si lancia nella stanza*
Lety: *chiude la porta* eheheheh sono troppo furba
Marta: Lety...
Lety: ehm... Si?
Marta: apri la porta?
Lety: ehm... Perché?
Marta: la tua ship è Canon dal giurassico..
Lety: *apre la porta* COME COSA COME?
Marta: Eeeh già
Lety: Marta... Hai appena commesso un sorellicidio *muore*
Armin: potevi dirglielo in modo più gentile...
I'M BACK PERSONE, so che non aggiorno dal paleolitico ma non ho mai idee... Yeeey... Però dai. Sono riuscita a tirare fuori qualcosa... Ed è TAAANTO.
So che mi odiate però io vi voglio bene :D
Ora vado che ho un sacco di roba da fare (leggere ff)..
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