(A/N: My lazy deadbeat ass can't function without making one grammatical mistake, so uh I guess that crack ship book isn't going to be a thing after all.)
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Sarah, groaning: OH COME THE FUCK ON!
Eda, handing Sarah the cleaning supplies: Here you go, kid. It's been quite a while since Hooty has gotten a proper bath.
Hooty: Yeah, and I smell really bad, hoot hoot!
Sarah, walking over to Hooty, closing the door behind her: FUCCCKKKK!
Luz, walking into the room, holding a book in her arms: Are you sure Sarah will be fine? You know how Hooty is when one of us tries to give him a bath.
Eda, shrugging: I'm sure she'll be fine. - Sarah, all covered in grime and blood, walking inside the house: Your fucking door is clean.
