Here it is, the sequel to Poke. and Stab! Enjoy! And review(:

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"OW! MOTHER-"

"Your brother's here."

"MOTHEROW!"

"Nice substitution, Joe."

"Thanks, Lils."

"What happened?"

"I ate some ice cream."

"AND YOU DIDN'T SAVE ME ANY?!"

"I got some glass in my foot."

"You're in a garage and you're not wearing shoes. Of course you got glass in your foot, Joe."

"I've never gotten glass in my foot though!"

"Sigh."

"Did you just say 'sigh'?"

"...You're face."

"...Can you get the glass out of my foot?"

"I'M NOT TOUCHING YOUR FOOT!"

"Pleeeeeeease Lillypaddd?"

"...Fine."

"WHOO!"

"Have fun getting to the couch."

"Lillyyyyyyyy."

"Ow...Ow...Ow..."

"I'M NOT GONNA HELP YOU IF YOU GET SCREAMING OW INTO MY EAR!"

"Ow! Lilly! My ear!"

"Glare."

"Why do you talk your actions."

"Cuz I'm cool like that, fool."

"OW! YOU COULD WARN ME YOU'RE GONNA THROW ME INTO THE COUCH!"

"...We're near a couch and I'm helping you walk to it. Seriously. You didn't think I was gonna push you into it?"

"...Well...I didn't think about it."

"Joe when have you -"

"SHUT UPPPPP!"

"Nice. Kay, now prop your nasty foot onto my knee."

"Here."

"OH MY GOD! Wait, let me get some moisturizer...and gloves...and...a flamethrower."

"DONT PUT MOISTURIZER ON MY FEET!"

"Forget the flamethrower, Joe, it's the moisturizer you don't want on your foot."

"...Just get the glass out."

"Let me get the moisturizer."

"LILLYYYY."

"Fine. Let me get tweezers."

"WHAT DO YOU NEED TWEEZERS FOR?"

"...What did you think I was gonna do? Get the glass out with my teeth?"

"That would've been an interesting sight."

"I have the tweezers."

"Is this gonna hurt?"

"No, it'll be painless. Like rainbows and butterflies on top of a Sundae with fudge."

"Oh, okay, WAIT! THAT WAS SARCASM!"

"You're not as slow anymore, Joe."

"Shut up."

"Yeah, you really wanna talk back to the one who's about to dig into your food. How hard did you step on that piece of glass anyways?"

"...There was an ant."

"Nice aim. So you stomped on the thing?"

"...Maybe."

"Very nice, Joe."

"Thanks. OW!"

"Stop moving your foot, Joe. Would you rather this be slow and painful or fast and painful?"

"...If it's slow, there'd be more pain, right?"

"Right."

"Then fast and pai - OW! OH MY GOD, OW! FUDGE!"

"It's out."

"It's bleeding!"

"It's a tiny hole, Joe."

"I COULD HAVE SERIOUS BLOOD LOSS HERE!"

"Just put a tissue over it."

"YOU REALLY THINK A TISSUE'S GONNA STOP THAT BLEEDING?!"

"Yes."

"Okay."

"So is your foot good?"

"I think I'll live."

"Kay."

"OW! DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO SLAM MY FOOT ON THE GROUND?!"

"..Yeah."

And I just realized this is a coincidence with the AMAs. Instead of in the foot, not hand...and Joe doesn't need stitches.