Phighting Storm

Rocket:"i cant see shit in the dark..."

Rocket:"DUDE IM NOT A WHITENER PACKAGE-!"

Rocket:"i dont see any shit why is it foggy out there"

*You wake up one morning. You look over at the alarm clock on the side of your bed. Huh.. it's not on? You could've sworn it was plugged in. You look up at the clock on the wall. You squint, as it is on the other side of the room, and you can just barely tell it's around 8:00 AM. You notice that your room is.... darker... than usual. You notice that your window is entirely blocked with snow. You continue from here.*

"Oh no.. How will we get ingredients and customers now?!.." *She panics, pacing around her room as she thinks of what to do.. maybe they could ice skate if there's a large pack of ice with her brother..*

*You hear a knock on the door. It's Biograft, he's holding a cup of coffee in his hands. He looks tired, but he still has a smile on his face. He seems to be the only one who's not panicking.*

*I stop and my ears droop, turning back to look at him* I AM NOT FAT!! I AM..BIG BONED!*I puff out my chest proudly*

*Skateboard snorts.* "Big-boned? That's what fat people say. Coil, how much did this cost?"

*rushes to biogram's door* BIOGRAM!

*You hear Biograft's muffled, distorted voice from inside. The sound of clawing at metal echoes from his room.* BIOGRAFT: STUCK. HELP.

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