Anne: Okay, so we have a question from triswah and she asks, "What's a pickle made of?" Okay, odd question but I guess I'll answer first *que info too conplex for life...* and that's what it's made of!
Bruce: Oh you poor child. A pickle is made of ski-mphh!
Shawn: *slaps hand over Bruce's mouth and throws him into the bathroom* DON'T MURDER THE CHILD'S MIND YOU DRUNK BASTARD!
(A/N: So I did a silly and dun goofed. 18 is the legal age in Canada for drinking so Bruce and Markie (heads up I changed Feliciano/Feli to Markie cuz thats Italy's human name...😁) to 18;Bruce and 22;Markie)
Shawn: *comes back in. Sorry triswah, to save Anne and Lauryna's precious little childs ears, we cannot answer you're question. Have a nice day guys!
Jay: BAILEY, ACE, ERIN AND NORTH GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHITS!!!!!!
Shawn: NO SWEARING!
Jay: But don't you break those rules alone with me hun?! *giggles, winks and runs after the 4 shits*
Shawn: *looks unimpressed* I hate my life...