I wake up in the morning, get dressed and then have a nutritious breakfast. I walk around the island peacefully, cutting down trees and pulling out weeds (as one does). Suddenly, the squirrel down the road approaches me. It mutters at me, which translates to 'give me that table for 100 bells'. 100 bells? Are you kidding me. You better not be fucking serious Hannah. I bought this table for a good 300. There's no way I'm selling it for 100 to a roach like you. You can go to Tom Nook and buy it yourself like a responsible fucking squirrel.
