Me: What'cha doing?
Random Person: Nothing... (gives weird look)
Me: You Dead?
RP: No... (Are you serious?)
Me: Oh, then you are doing something. You lied.
Rp: ?
Me: Your breathing which is doing something. So You Are a Lier!
RP: ...okay... bye now...
Me: Do you want to do nothing? I can help you do nothing! Let me go home real quick and I can help you do nothing! (runs home)
RP: ....Cute?... but Weird...
Me: (runs back with a crate) Here we go. (Pries Crate)
RP: (Watches)
(The crate opens and shows lots of deadly weapons.)
RP: 0.o
Me: (Pulls out a Scythe) Hold Still!
RP: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Runs for life)
Me: (pouts) I was only trying to help.... I lose more friends that way...
;P Ah, how psychoatic and cute I am to others. I love being psychoatic and my cuteness gives a false senze of innocence.

