Thread:Peachy4872/@comment-39062437-20190720185935/@comment-38732394-20190724190648

Sam: (crying) Fine! If that's the way you feet, I'll leave.

(Sam gets her guitar and leaves)

Lincoln: Luna, why did you do that?

Luna: Sam thinks my idea is garbage, and I'm not gonna have anybody disrespects my taste in music.

Lincoln: Well, just find someone who loves the same music you love.

Luna: Maybe I'll just go to my room and think about it. Later, bro.

(Luna goes to her room)