Suspicious Guest Spotted Printing Gatorade!

[Jarky Thistlebrush]

Seb, you can let Arthur out now. We're already doomed.

[Scott McLamok]

Nah he deserves to......Not have a cookie!

[lass of something much]

* Infant Lass gasps and places her paws on her cheeks

[Scott McLamok]

I know right? Terrible punishment!

[lass of something much]

Too bad pun'mint!

[Scott McLamok]

Mmm! Should we go with death?

[lass of something much]

I likes deaths!

[Scott McLamok]

Mmm......So fast or slow?

[lass of something much]

I donna die slow 'n' painful like!

[Scott McLamok]

.....Well you are bloodthirsty! *Picks Lass up and puts her on his shoulder*

[lass of something much]

Mhm! I no have mwlk for mumffs!

(Edit for translation: I haven't had milk for months, thus why she's thirsty)

[Scott McLamok]

Okay?

[lass of something much]

* Infant Lass faints again due to lack of liquids

[Scott McLamok]

Wha?

[lass of something much]

* Infant Lass's limp body slips off Scott's shoulders