"Ghet bak moter fuker u don kno meh lik tha." "Steve, are you drunk?" "Nah. Ihm ust very hapieee." "Do you need help to get home?" And for the first time in our whole conversation, he focuses on me. Well, kinda focuses on me. I'm pretty sure he's drunk. "You sure?" "Yasss." "Should I call Hic- uh, Henry. Should I call Henry?" That was too close. They can't know I'm... Spying is maybe the right word to describe what I'm doing, but I'd rather call it looking through their texts. "hoes Henny?" I give him 'the look'. "You know, Henry, your cousin." "Ih don ave a rosin." I sigh. "Alright, I'm taking you home."

That was the end of Snotlout's 'hapieee' night.

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A/N:
I felt like writing something that doesn't make sense. Less than usual at least.
I have no idea what this is tho.