"Faceache, what the bloo'y 'ell do ya think yer doin'?"
"Lickin' i'."
"Ya call tha' 'lickin'?"
"Well, yeah, I fink-"
"Well, there's your problem."
"Wha's tha' supposed to mean?"
"Wha' eve' ya wan' it to."
"Well, 'ow else am I supposed to do it?"
"Yer supposed to suck on it, Faceache."
"Well 'ow do ewe expec' me ta fit this whole thing in meh mouth?"
"I dunno, take it a little at a time?"
"'ere, maybe if I-"
"Faceache, you're gonna gag, don' take tha' much in at once."
"Mur'oc, lemme do it!"
"Faceache...Oh, I see what yer doin' here."
The sound of soft sucking filled the room, a small grunt from the bassist and a sigh from the singer. Now, to the drummer outside the door, it sounded rather curious.
"Come on, not it the damn kit-"
There was 2D, a ten inch...jawbreaker in his mouth. Murdoc sat at the table, smoking a cigarette.
"Wha'?" He looked up at the mortified drummer.
"Nevah mind...where the hell did ya get that jawbreaker?"
"No-osle" 2D tried talking around the candy. Russel rolled his eyes.
New rule, no closed doors in Kong. EVER!
A/N: So, we've all seen those huge jawbreakers, right? If not in real life, then on Ed, Edd, n Eddy. Yup, That's what happened here XD Enjoy.