Opal: This MAY contain some bad language.
Brisle: And don't try anything you see here at home.
Mystery: That... would be BAD!
Opal: Hey, Pierce!
Pierce: What, salmon breath?
Opal: I'M EPIC! *glasses fly on her and Pierce blows up* YAY!
Mr. Frying Pan
Opal: LOOK UP!
(Brisle looks up)
Opal: LOOK DOWN!
(Brisle looks down)
Opal : NOW LOOK AT MR. FRYING PAN!
(Opal smacks Brisle with a random frying pan)
Opal : - pointing at a bucket - FUCKA U BUCKET!
Opal is backed into a corner by Kaa
Kaa: Chinesssse food, deliciousssss
Opal : - whispering - oh shit , shit , shiiitttttt. - whimpers -
Kaa: - grabs Opal's foot and holds her in the air -
Opal: -whimpers - oh mother trucking ducks , mother trucking ducks. - ears down whimpering -
Kaa : - opens his mouth really wide and gets reddy to eat opal -
Opal : - yelling - SHIT!!
Kaa : eep! - drops opal -
Opal : IM HOME FUCKING FREE WOOOOO!! - bolts -
Kaa: and there goes my lunch - sad face -