Oh, God...I am sorry for the length of time it has taken for me to update (like, an actual chapter update, not an author's note) this story. I haven't updated anything, including any other stories for a few months because I haven't been able to think of anything and because I've been dealing with school (BUT I AM FINALLY FREE UNTIL THE 16TH OF AUGUST!) and some personal things. So hopefully I'll be able to come up with some more chapter ideas (because I already have some other chapters that are either half-finished or I'm just starting on them). I'm not promissing that I'm going to update faster or more often because everytime I say that, it turns out to be several months before I do it.
(Alright, then. You there. I want you to—I'm saying this in a British accent—I want you to look up "Halcyon" Ellie Goulding Album. Alright then? Have you clicked on it? I don't care if the internet is going a bit slow right now. You've…you should have thought about that before you decided to click onto this…insanity. There you go…now you have that image in your sweet little/demented minds.)
Graystipe: (voice-over album cover that slowly zooms in) Look at this woman…she probably has a car…hey! That means that you should get one, too!
Sandstorm: (voice-over) Who is this?
Graystripe: (angry) What kind of racist question is that? HOW DARE YOU! HOW…DARE…YOU?!
Sandstorm: What?! I can't ask a simple question without getting harassed?!
Graystripe: (makes sad whimpering noise) s-shut up. (sadly)
{clip of a small gray car parked on a spinning platform is shown on screen}
Announcer: Buy the all-new 2016 Honda Civic for only 12,000.