Part 183

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Dutch, doing ballet moves: Hewwo?! I'm a ballerina!

Anne: And I'm in hell.

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Dutch: [gets down on one knee] Weehaw are meant to behaw.

Miles, sobbing profusely: y-yeehaw...

(Everyday I hate this more and more)

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Dutch: I'm sorry, did I mishear you or did you agree with me?

Finn: Oh, I want to take it back.

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Dutch: What could be better than serving up smiles?

Finn: Being dead or anything else.

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We meet again, Richard. I'M STILL ALIVE, ASSHOLE!

— Dutch, probably.

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Dutch: Man, it's beautiful out here today. I love Mother Nature!

Finn, out of breath: MOTHER NATURE'S A WHORE.

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Dutch: Hey, hey, Richard, look at me!

Richard: [Looks at Dutch] What?

Dutch: Bitch.

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Dutch: Are you busy, Laa-Laa?

Laa-Laa: Yes, I was just about to paint a wall and watch it dry.

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Dutch, to Miles: Bro, you look so cute right now. Dude, you are so fucking adorable

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Dutch: If a conversation goes on too long without being about me, I'm out

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Dutch: I'm beautiful and underappreciated

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Dutch: Sorry for being awesome, loser

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Dutch: I'm going to get a closer look!

Finn: Dutch be careful– ah...

Laa-Laa: Welp. Time to start writing his obituary. *takes out a pen and paper*

Finn: Oddly morbid little teletubby aren't you?

Laa-Laa: Yes

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