Ryou was making terrible stretching/convulsing movements on the ground, with the veins popping out of his neck and forehead, his blue eyes bulging out of their sockets. All because he could not get the microwave to work!
"Who has been stuffing the microwave with hand lotion?" he screamed at the top of his lungs. Which, just then, ripped to shreds!
"ME LUNGS!" he yelled, which didn't help his now ruined lungs. HA.
Ichigo heard his cries, and ran to help him, but smacked her fruity face into a giant block of cheese.
"YO, COW, GET OUT DA WAY!" boomed the giant block of cheese.
"I is sorry, I just did drugs and I am soooo freaking confused righ' now!" Ichigo squeaked.
"I don't wanna hear your life story! I'm outtie!" the cheese spoke and then skipped on outta there, like a real man. WORD.
"Like, what did you, like, need, Ryou?" Ichi asked.
"MY LUNGS ARE SPICY! THEY IS RIPPED! EMERGENCY"
"SHUT YO PIEHOLE!" Ichigo had had enough. His yelling was ridiculous and she needed to solve the problem. In the corner of the room she saw a phone book, filled with names of doctors that could possibly help him. But instead, she decided to get McDonalds.
Two seconds later, Ichigo has a heart attack because she ate all those freaking curly fries and became what professionals call "a fat idiot."