Clark, I’ve decided that I’m not mad at you anymore. I bought you skittles. They’re sour skittles so they’re not normal and boring like regular skittles can sometimes be after you’ve eaten hundreds of them without stopping and then you drink a galleon of coke and then feel like you’re dying inside. Because I did that and I can tell you that sour skittles are so much better than regular skittles. Does that make sense to anybody? Maybe it only makes sense to me.
Oliver, if Clark tells you bad things about me just know that he’s only worked up because I made fun of pie and that I’m not fighting with him anymore and that my threats were harmless. I swear on my cat’s like, who is cool and better than every other cat in this universe. True.
Does anybody want anything that you can’t get in this city? I’m going places.