Board Thread:Off-Topic/@comment-27509141-20160610232114/@comment-27509141-20160801171725

Whatever you wrote Sir Bacons, made me fking laugh. xD Oh right to the storyline.

Tundrus and Cryo looked at the dance poster.

Cryo: I nearly forgot all about that. Heck, as if I'll even get a date for this one. Guess I'll go alone anyways, why the heck not?

Tundrus: Well, the dance is in two days, and it's on a Friday, soooo yea, I'll go too. We'll probably just chat there mostly. I mean I don't even know how to dance!

Cryo: Eh, I only know a few dance moves  from the legendary Michael Jackson.

Tundrus: Wait, you know him? I thought he's dead!

Cryo: He is you dingo, I have the internet with me.

Tundrus: Oh, right.

Cryo: So, you getting a partner for the dance?

Tundrus: Hell, I'm as lonely as you are! You think I'm gonna get one?

Cryo: Well, the writer might be planning on GETTING you one...

Tundrus: "The writer"? Who the heck is that.

Woah there Cryo, I don't know why I made you break the fourth wall. Gonna change that.

Cryo: Ah I'm just jokin' with ya. Come on, we'll be missing lunch.

Tundrus: Right.