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"Randy, we thought up a great idea!" shouted Skills as soon as she spotted Random approach Good Eatin' later that day.
"Ok, it's really complicated so you gotta listen good. Ok foist ting." started Brains, but the look on Random's face stopped her right as she was getting to the good part.
"Hey Randy, wheah's Crunchy?" asked Problems when she saw Random's face.
"I sent him away. He's a scabbah and I hate him foah dat. When he comes back for his stuff, I don't want nobody talkin' to him, lookin' at him, or makin' any kind of gestures to signify dat he's heah, got dat? An' since he's gone, I'se da new leadah of Cambridge now so you'se is gonna be answerin' tah me, not like you'se guys didn't befoah," smirked Random before she ran off to the boarding house.
Problems followed closely after her yelling over her shoulder, "You'se guys keep woikin', I'se gonna go talk tah Randy."
Soon Problems found herself at the boarding house. With a few quick steps she ran up the worn steps into the common sleeping room. She walked past all this and went towards a small closed door in the back, behind which she could hear someone moving about.
"Randy, you'se gonna come out and tell me whats going on or am I gonna have tah break in deah?" When there was no reply Problems whipped out her slingshot and started bombarding the door with small pebbles.
"Problems, if I have tah pay Lawrence foah da repairs tah da door, deres gonna be hell tah pay," Shouted Random as she slowly opened the door so she wouldn't get hit.
"Don't worry, I'se can handle it!" laughed Problems, pushing past Randy and sitting on the unmade bad in the corner, "Nice place you got heah. You know, I've nevah been in heah, but you'se guys have been in my room a t'ousand times."
"And so have most of the male population of Boston," Randy joked while Problems merely shrugged and nodded, "Anyways, I guess Crunchy wanted privacy. I actually haven't been in heah moah dan twice, I tink. But it's my room now so I'se gotta clean up all dis shit. Be a doll and find me a box tah put all his stuff in," saying his in a VERY hoity-toity voice.
"Yea shoah. Tell me, Randy, why'd he go?"
"He a dick-head dats why," laughed Randy, "but seriously, he just got fed up with all the hard-times that come with a strike and took the cowards way out, so I banished him from Cambridge. I wasn't too hard, was I"
"Nah, the scabbah deserved it. Also deserved a good soakin' if you'se ask me. Ah hah!" exclaimed Problems as she found a box large enough to hold all of Crunchy's stuff, "Now let's hurry up and pack so we can get back to da folks at Good Eatin' and you can hear our 'great idea'!"
"Randy, we thought up a great idea!" shouted Skills as soon as she spotted Random approach Good Eatin' later that day.
"Ok, it's really complicated so you gotta listen good. Ok foist ting." started Brains, but the look on Random's face stopped her right as she was getting to the good part.
"Hey Randy, wheah's Crunchy?" asked Problems when she saw Random's face.
"I sent him away. He's a scabbah and I hate him foah dat. When he comes back for his stuff, I don't want nobody talkin' to him, lookin' at him, or makin' any kind of gestures to signify dat he's heah, got dat? An' since he's gone, I'se da new leadah of Cambridge now so you'se is gonna be answerin' tah me, not like you'se guys didn't befoah," smirked Random before she ran off to the boarding house.
Problems followed closely after her yelling over her shoulder, "You'se guys keep woikin', I'se gonna go talk tah Randy."
Soon Problems found herself at the boarding house. With a few quick steps she ran up the worn steps into the common sleeping room. She walked past all this and went towards a small closed door in the back, behind which she could hear someone moving about.
"Randy, you'se gonna come out and tell me whats going on or am I gonna have tah break in deah?" When there was no reply Problems whipped out her slingshot and started bombarding the door with small pebbles.
"Problems, if I have tah pay Lawrence foah da repairs tah da door, deres gonna be hell tah pay," Shouted Random as she slowly opened the door so she wouldn't get hit.
"Don't worry, I'se can handle it!" laughed Problems, pushing past Randy and sitting on the unmade bad in the corner, "Nice place you got heah. You know, I've nevah been in heah, but you'se guys have been in my room a t'ousand times."
"And so have most of the male population of Boston," Randy joked while Problems merely shrugged and nodded, "Anyways, I guess Crunchy wanted privacy. I actually haven't been in heah moah dan twice, I tink. But it's my room now so I'se gotta clean up all dis shit. Be a doll and find me a box tah put all his stuff in," saying his in a VERY hoity-toity voice.
"Yea shoah. Tell me, Randy, why'd he go?"
"He a dick-head dats why," laughed Randy, "but seriously, he just got fed up with all the hard-times that come with a strike and took the cowards way out, so I banished him from Cambridge. I wasn't too hard, was I"
"Nah, the scabbah deserved it. Also deserved a good soakin' if you'se ask me. Ah hah!" exclaimed Problems as she found a box large enough to hold all of Crunchy's stuff, "Now let's hurry up and pack so we can get back to da folks at Good Eatin' and you can hear our 'great idea'!"