Chapter Three: Vector I
VECTOR'S JOURNAL!
Touch this at your own risk. But I highly recommend that ya don't touch it at all. This means YOU, Charmy! And you too, Espio.
(Charmy's the one who's more likely to do weird things with this, but ya can never be too safe.)
Entry 1: 30 September 2012
Humph! I wonder what's gotten into Espio recently. He's gotten a sudden liking to carrots. Yup, you got it. Carrots. Now he loves carrots almost as much as how Charmy likes potato chips, and that's sayin' something!
I was goin' into the kitchen like any other day, and guess what. The floor was practically HEAPED with them, it was as if a bomb filled with carrots had exploded in our kitchen.
Well, I don't really mind our carrot-filled kitchen, but I DO mind THE CASH. HOW MUCH MONEY HAD ESPIO SPENT ON CARROTS?! Does he really think that carrots are more important than the building rent?!
I made sure to call and interrogate him on that. He denied having bought that many carrots. He said he didn't even BUY any carrots. But how do ya expect me to believe him? He IS the one who goes out to buy food, after all.
Oh, now to a more HEART-WARMING topic. Guess what, I met Vanilla again when I was out this morning! *sigh!* I don't know why, but I always turn to mush whenever Cream's mother's around. She's so ladylike... And kind-hearted... And polite and soft-spoken... She makes the best cakes that even anti-sugar Espio loves... And she's so BEAUTIFUL!
Argh! I better not go to deep into that one. Who knows, invisible Espio might be watching me write this over my shoulder right now. Or - shudder- Charmy. Ya can never be too safe.