"NO!!!<<,....,,.,..."
"no,,,,. D:"
It's gone.
His booger-porkblood soup has been taken from him. With Jansen being occupied, he rings his other buff, strong, manly friend Elvis Pee.
"Hey Stanley! What's up owo??? X3" Elvis says after picking up the phone.
"Elvis I have an issue." Stanley says, sternly.
"What happened? Is your turtle okay?" Elvis asks.
"What? no he died like years ago. It's the dragonflies, Elvis. They stole my booger-porkblood soup." Stanley responds, sobbing quietly.
"I'm sorry, what did you just say? What the actual heck did you just tell me? Why do you eat boogers what???? How would dragonfl-
"SHUT UP!!!!! That's not important. I need your help getting my soup back. You're so strong and buff and manly, you could probably beat them up single-handedly!" Stanley screams at the top of his lungs, silently.
"I'm not even buff??"
"Look. The dragonflies that stole my scrum-dum-tillious soup grouped together and formed a giant thingy to protect the soup. You are the only one I know who can fight them. I've seen your skills!" Stanley insisted.
"I can't fight a dragonfly thingy alone! Listen, I need to go pee, then maybe contemplate suicide. We can discuss this later."
"Just listen for a sec! This yummy soup is all I'm asking for, okay? If you help me, I'll be your player two!"
"Okay, that's kinda tempting. But still, how do you expect me to beat up a dragonfly creature thing? I JUST PLAY TENNIS!!!!!!" Elvis yelled, very loudly holy shuit.
"Well, maybe I could help ;););););)" Stanley said.
"Lmao what? You suck dude." Elvis replied nonchalantly. "Listen. I'll help you. I'm probably gonna kill myself anyway so I don't care if I die. Just know that our chances are small.
Before Stanley could talk to him more, Elvis hung up. Stanley thought for a while, and then finally decided.
"I am gonna need a team."
