Let's talk about some of the things you think you saw in Mommy and Daddy's room last night when you opened the door without knocking which you should never, ever do. First, start by drawing what you think you saw. Sort of an overview or summary. You don't have to get into the extreme details now.
Very nice. Verrrrry nice. Mommy and Daddy were definitely not mad, mad at you, hurting each other, it's not your fault, they're not getting a divorce, and the bee man was their friend. Probably.
Let's take a closer look at some of the things going on last night. Do you have any questions? And I mean you, not me.
No idea. Next.
A bird? Not sure, that drawing is really a piece of bullshit. Can you be more specific? What was it doing? Was it making any calls?
A gun. That was Daddy's gun. The one he keeps inside his stomach. His secret gun.
Yes, but you have to understand that bee man was going to help them, not hurt them.
Are we not allowed to be real parents anymore? We may have feared the CyborFreaks, but we damn well respected them and learned about boundaries.
A thousand years ago, dudes were dying from splinters, but now the wizard potion that cleans our light wounds costs less than a Dr. Pepper in 1994. I love this medicinal 7up.
Ron Paul spins in his chair, trying to grab his decorative antique musket but Freddy gets it first.
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