"AHHHH!!"
"Holy SHIT!"
Piper slammed the door behind her, chest rising and falling rapidly, her legs shaking. She closed her eyes, tongue hanging out in disgust. Her scream had sent Finn and Aerrow running down the hallway, weapons drawn, ready to fight.
"What is it? What is it? Tell us, NOW!" Aerrow barked.
"Dude, what in the WORLD just happened?" Finn asked, lowering his crossbow.
Piper paused, as if in shock, before answering.
"Stork looks REALLY gross in a bathrobe."
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A/N: Thanks a million to Ambrel, who finally broke my writer's block. My evil imagination came up with THIS baby. Isn't she cute?