Alan: you just have to compensate by being more entertaining
Me: blah
Me *stands on head*
Alan: sweet!
Alan: *runs to answer phone*
Me *blood rushes to head*
Me: *faints*
Alan: haha
Alan: *kicks passed out body*
Me: *dies*
Alan: hmm
Alan: that wasn't supposed to happen
Me: *is still dead*
Alan: *hides body in Randall*
Alan: they'll never notice the smell!
Me: *
*decomposes*
Alan: *never returns to Randall again*
Me: *never leaves Randall ever*
Alan: *laughs that no one has noticed Emma is gone*
Me: *haunts you*
Alan: *gets the ectoplasm vacuum*
Me: *trips*
Alan: *plays air guitar*
Me: :-D
Me: *moans loudly*
Alan: jeez, what's with you and moaning lately
Me: i'm dead. what do you want me to do?
Alan: i don't know
Alan: sing an angelic round
Me: but you killed me, why would i bless you with music?>
Me: i'm getting my revenge
Alan: ha, that's what you think
Alan: *sings "Flood of Babylon"*
Me: joins in
Me: *loves that song*
Alan: *goes all-out top of voice falsetto*
Me: *loves it anyway*
