Emily looked towards Britt, and expected her to say something enthusiastic.
"Oh, they're so wrinkly and fat." Cooed Britt, as she stared at a windowsill.
“I love fat stupid animals. Fat stupid people, not really. But there’s this cat that I picked up, and he wheezed a little, and I crossed it off my bucket list.”
Emily looks at Britt with dire concern.
“Britt...what happened to the stripper?”
“Oh she died. She’s rotting in a cave...I sold her to a dragon for a Rice Krispie Treat.”
“That was my sister, bro.”
“I thought you didn’t like your sister.”
“The inside of a penguin’s mouth is terrifying.”
“So is the inside of mine, but we have to live with that.”
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