Chapter thirty seven.
Brett's POV
Despite the way I look at the moon, I'm rather a sun person. How do you turn shoelaces, you might ask? Well, you just use the beautiflu sun's rays of course. Burn.
I seem to recall that I said something about wood being strong. I meant 'strong' in a technical sense. Not the way a wet rusted pile of sticks can be. I mean rather 'fierce'. You see, all this time I thought a tree was a strong thing. A thing that grows. And if I dug it up, I could probably still push it through the masonry of my childhood home, no sweat. But it turns out, a tree is pretty much a liquid. Remember what I said about the moon being bright? Well it turns out that the moon isn't so bright it's actually just a big dumb rock mirror thing. Dumb, as in, STUPID! That stupid moon should just hides it's dumb face and never look at any one again. IDIOT!!
The process that goes on when a female becomes pregnant could be similar to that of his process when making pancakes. A decent stack of pancakes will be made of sugar and water. A mediocre stack will be made of flour and water. A low-grade stack will be made of flour and water with a dash of salt. But the best batch of pancakes will be made of about 50 percent flour and water and about 50 percent milk.
-Brett
Evan: I don't like Brett
Friend: Brett isn't a good baker OR person......
Friend: Brett, that's not how you many pancakes
Evan: Yeah yeah.
Evan: Also, we had a SPECAIL GUEST this chapter!
Friend: who?!?
Evan: IT'S THE TALK TO TRANSFORMER WEBSITE!!!
Evan: Feel free to say a few words, ttt.
Friend: oh
Evan: GREAT! See you all next xhapter!
Friend : byyyee
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