Thread:TheMaximumMatt/@comment-30953185-20190220054600/@comment-30953185-20190222045225

10 seconds later

(All 10 of Lincoln's sisters are squealing, while Lincoln and Nolan look unamused.)

Lincoln: Note to self. Girls can smell girl letters. Well, Lana and Lola can at least.

Nolan: What do we do now?

Lincoln: Fortunately I have my emergency kit for extreme situations. (pulls out a brown box from his backpack, and pulls out a chocolate.

(The girls stop squealing and look at the rectangular piece of heaven.)

Sisters: Chocolate.

Lincoln: Sit.

(They all fall on their backsides. Lincoln facepalms, while Nolan laughs.)

Nolan: (grabs the chocolate bar) Let me try! Beg! (The girls do so) Roll over! (They do so.) Play dead! (They do so.)