Ghirahim:* Singing while cooking hot dogs on the grill just outside the lab*
We gonna make hot dogs na na na
We can make hot dogs na na na
We came to make hot dogs na na na
I'm singing bout hot dogs blah blah blah
Something something hot dogs blah blah blah
Lilith: HUSH, THERE ARE CHILDREN ABOUT!
Ghirahim: What, it's just my weener grill'in song.
Lilith: What?
Vaati: It's your what?
Ghirahim:* Continues singing and grill'in*
We gonna make hot dogs na na na
We can make hot dogs na na na
We came to make hot dogs na na na
I'm singing bout hot dogs blah blah blah
Something something hot dogs blah blah blah
Guess what I'm think'in bout hot dogs blah blah blah
Luka:* Opens window and shouts from the lab* WILL THAT STUPID PERSON SINGING THAT SAME STUPID PART OF THAT STUPID SONG SHUT UP ALREADY!? I SWEAR IF I HEAR ONE MORE LYRIC OF THAT SONG I WILL SCREAM UNTILL MY HEAD SPINS OFF AND EXPLODES!
Lilith: O_O,
Vaati: O_e
Ghirahim: OAO
Vaati: That was weird...
Ghirahim: Well this is Lilith were talking about when is it not?
Lilith: Don't forget to P.m Review Keep reading and carry on! Luv ya! -_^
