Thread:Aartistboy714/@comment-30953185-20171123003339/@comment-31541999-20171208011348

Flip: (looks at me; now blunt) Not that badly.

(Then cut to Wretched knocking on Mr. Grouse’s door. He opens it.)

Mr Grouse: (irritated) Who’s there?! (notices Wretched) Oh, it’s only you, Lincoln. What do you want?

Wretched: (aggravated) First of all, my name is Wretched! (calms down a bit) And second, I came to give you some of my dad’s lasagna.

Mr Grouse: (excited) Oh, goody! Well, don’t just stand there. Give it to me!

Wretched: (smiles menacingly) If you say so.

(Wretched takes out the tray of lasagna and then…)

SLAM!

(He slams the tray of Lasagna into Mr. Grouse’s face.)

Wretched: (smirking) Don’t worry, you old bag! You can keep it, and there’s plenty more where that came from! (laughs)

(I was watching Wretched the whole time as I hid behind one of Mr. Grouse's bushes. Suddenly, a familiar person casts a shadow behind me, I turn around to see, and...)

Wretched: (to me; angry) Spying on me, eh?!