Page 41 of Single Dad Sundays


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xVerity: TD, you can't book the venue for your own funeral.

Gwynning: You're a little too dead to do much of anything.

TeenDad2: ***Dibs on the casket

GlitterDoctor: I think we should make it a double funeral, because Knot just got slayed

KnotMyProblem: Fool

KnotMyProblem: This isn't even my final form!

KnotMyProblem: My power is limitless! I'll snark you back into the glittery depths from which you emerged and make you wish you'd never dared to sparkle on the mortal plane

GlitterDoctor: Uh huh

KnotMyProblem: That's it?

KnotMyProblem: You're not even gonna try to prove you're better than me?

KnotMyProblem: Because right now I'm looking at the scoreboard, and it's coming up Knot all the way, baby

GlitterDoctor: No, I'm pretty sure that's not right.

GlitterDoctor: What you're not seeing is that I've already won

KnotMyProblem: Bullshit

GlitterDoctor: Trueshit

TeenDad2: This is so tense

Gwynning: It certainly is getting interesting

KnotMyProblem: Glit, you're good, but when it comes to causing trouble, you're still second fiddle

KnotMyProblem: Let Daddy teach you how to get it done

GlitterDoctor: I'm rolling my eyes so hard I might've just ruptured my extraocular muscle

KnotMyProblem: Okay, eww

KnotMyProblem: But that doesn't prove anything

KnotMyProblem: We ALL know who's the king of this chat

KnotMyProblem: (@xVerity)

KnotMyProblem: But I am his LOVEABLE jester.

KnotMyProblem: (and secretly in command)

xVerity: Well, this is news to me.

GlitterDoctor: You're going to make me do this, aren't you?

KnotMyProblem: What?

GlitterDoctor: Prove my superiority.