I’m trying to be polite here, DOODLE.
A doodle stumbled upon a painting.
Doodle: You’re so pretty, painting.
Painting: I know.
D: aren’t you gonna say something nice about me, too?
P: Ah… I’d rather not. (Raises up nose)
D: But why?
P: I’m trying to be polite here, DOODLE.
D: Don’t you think there’s something beautiful in every one?
P: No, I don’t. You, my friend, are not pretty.
D: You’re such an evil painting! I hate you! You should be hanged!
P: Oh. Ok. That’s ah.. Haha. That’s just fine.
D: Hanged by the neck till you’re dead, dead, dead!
P: Hey! Wait, I don’t have a neck
D: Well, then – then – I ah… you must ahm…
P: Be forgotten in the middle of a forest in a poring rain and be eaten alive by crows?
P: Be torn apart by an angry wolf?
P: Burn alive at the stake?
D: No. Oh! I’ve got it!! Yes! I wish you’d lose your red stilettos!
D: Yes, yes!
P: Wahahaaaa…. (cries in misery)
D: Oh, that’s no fun. Please stop crying
P: Waha haaa… (falls on knees)
D: I ah… please stop that, man.
P: Wahaaaaa… (pulls out hair)
D: FINE, YOU CAN KEEP YOUR RED STILETTOS
P: (Jumps up on feet) Haha ha! Haha! You’re an ugly doodle! You’re an ugly doodle! Haha!!
D: (Angrily sighs)
P: I win I win I win I w-
(smashed to death by my enormous hand for being such an annoying creature of my mind, so ha ha, painting! Haha ha ha! Ooh, I feel so powerful)
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Doodle: Ahh… Can I go home now?
Me: NO! Dance, doodle! Dance I say! Hahah – (smashed to death by universe)
Universe: Haha ha ha!
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Universe’s mother: Uni, are you playing with those terrible humans again? I told you to throw them away
Universe: No mom, goshhh (flushes the milky way down the toilet)
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Editor: I don’t like it.
Writer: Yea, it’s crap.