This was inspired by an episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S so, that's why this chapter exists. Anyways, ONTO THE CONVERSATION!
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Ariel got up from her very comfy chair to go and get a slice of pizza and a cup of soda, then Withered Foxy decided to steal the chair.
Ariel: Withered Foxy... why are you sitting in my chair?
Withered Foxy: It's comfy, lass.
Ariel: That's why it's mine.
Withered Foxy: Argh! Ye weren't sitting in it, so~.
Ariel: I just got up to get a snack!
Withered Foxy: There is no evidence to support your claim, lass.
Ariel: Just get up.
Withered Foxy: Sorry, someone must've forgotten to fix a wee bit of me circuitry. The ability to use me legs is an impossibility, lass.
Ariel: *picks up The Shovel* I think my shovel says something different.
Withered Foxy: Fine. *takes the cushions*
Ariel: Wh-what? Why did you take the cusions?
Withered Foxy: Yargh! Ye told me to get off the chair, ye never said anything about thee cushions.
Ariel: THE CUSHIONS ARE THE ESSENCE OF THE CHAIR!
Withered Foxy: THAT'S RIGHT! I'M TAKING YEER ESSENCE! *runs like a madman- oh sorry, I meant madbot, yea that's better*