That Thang/plb

{open to Chaos's Grandma's House's Basement. They're munching on some of Chaos's grandma's DELICIOUS cookies.}

LEMON: Okay, Green Lantern. Truth or dare?

GREEN: Ehhhh... Grapes!

CHAOS: {mumbling} Idiot.

GREEN: Pickles taste good when dipped in butter!

BADSTAR: Also, why did Lemon Demon43 make Green Lantern a tard?

LEMON: Eh, just bored. Let's go to the bar.

GREEN: Dur, you just too youn- {is shot}

CHAOS: I hope that was on purpose.

{cut to the bar. They're drinking. A penguin waddles in}

PENGUIN: Bah! Bah! Bah!

LEMON: Yo penguin. I'll name you John Lennon II!

JOHN LENNON II: {thinking} that name sucks j00 tard

BADSTAR: Why?

JOHN LENNON II: {thinking} Oh crap he can read minds.

BADSTAR: Obviously.

LEMON: {thinking} Oh, can you hear this?

BADSTAR: Yeah, but I already knew you liked pickles.

LEMON:... You can't read minds.

GREEN: {rushes in, knocks over some beer} Dur, 'm I lates yet?

{cut to the penguin mad and covered in beer, cut back}

LEMON: Thankfully you are.

{the penguin grabs a knife}

GREEN: {depressed} D'awwwww...

{the penguin sneaks behind Green Lantern's back}

LEMON: Hey green!

GREEN: Yea- {drops down}

Moral of this story: Never give penguins beer.