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“There are paths given in life
i choose the one with no pressure
The one that gives me wisdom
like the trees
The one that makes me flow
like wind
The one that gives seconds chances
and knows what is best for the rest
Like N a t u r e”
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"Trick or lumpin' treat, guuurl!"
9. A kiss on the lips
"Okay," Esther says, blushing. "I haven’t kissed in a while- um- just-!" she stops her nervous rambling by kissing LSP on the lips.
"Um- j-just forget I said anything!" Esther says awkwardly.
"I think I'll just let that thought hang around in mah vault for a while," LSP compromised, tapping the top of her head with her right hand.
"So anyway, what are you supposed to be this year? No offense, but I can't really lumpin' tell."
[~~★] “Hmm?… umm…” He crossed his arms, raising a nonexistent eyebrow, by now, his unusual nature was getting to him now.
"Umm… alright?… so sorry." He shook his head.
LSP felt pretty bad now. She thought he was up to something no-good, and was asking her to blow bubbles as a distraction for his evil schemes. She didn't know he was just a little socially awkward.
So she just ran away in hope of avoiding any further embarrassment. Or the levitation-equivalent of running.
"Uhhh, I'm SORRY!"
"Trick or lumpin' treat, guuurl!"
9. A kiss on the lips
"Okay," Esther says, blushing. "I haven’t kissed in a while- um- just-!" she stops her nervous rambling by kissing LSP on the lips.
"Oh really?" Esther asks. "Well good, I’m glad you think so. Thanks, Lsp. I mean, its not all that hard. Kissing is pretty easy, o-other things are more difficult."
"What 'things'?"
might pull up in the porsche no boxter though tell a hater yo dont you got cocks to blow?
the-snowflake-owl nah i got em all but thanks B)
"Hug me!"
"How disgusting. I don’t even think my arms would fit around you.”
"Uh, yeahhh? They would?"
"You've done it before, like... I lived it!"
requested by sillyosophy-
"I think that means it’s rotting… or something."
That sounded really gross. Maybe it was actually being digested. In between the lumps. Who knows. After all, Marceline had seen weirder things.
"Whatever. We havin' this jello-eatin' contest or what?"
"You can never have too much glittery nail polish."
"Uhhh, I kinda feel like it's too much when you can't even see your lumpin' fingers anymore."
░▒▓█ ⊰ blood soaked ⊱ ;
❛Whaaat— you two look so alike, I couldn’t even tell!❜
"You can't even begin to lumpin' comprehend how offensive that is to a bootylicious lady like myself."
Deep space rugs, Schönstaub
❝RUDE? Oh, so it’s as if I should just turn off
my optical receptors and ignore how putrid you look by sticking my thumbs into my eye sockets. Why are you so shapeless and— and—?! PURPLE?!❞
Invoking the wrath of the Irken Elite is a death sentence, and Zim’s verdict is none-too-lenient: ❝ I’m going to punch you. ❞
"Oh! You wanna lumpin' GO, little green man that I can't understand?!" she snapped, pressing up against the alien after his threat.
