Hey guys! Sorry for going all "CUKOO CUKOO! AHAHA! NUTSZ! NARF!" Back in the last update. But hey, I got my mojo back and...yeah! Let's make stuff happen! (I know this is terrible, but what the heck?)
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*Somewhere in the landfill of hell*

Swe9tyNE26 (AKA ME): You know, everyone keeps saying that their milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard, and I said, "Hey! I should make a business out of that!". And so, I followed the instructions some person told me in a song, and... *Pulls out some rather gross looking milkshakes* I made some milkshakes! This is around the busiest times around here in hell, and that means all the demons will take more breaks than ever! I'll be swimming in souls! (That's the most commonly used currency in hell)

Trash can robot: Master, first of all, that's not what they mean by "milkshakes" and "bring the boys to the yard". Second, everyone knows your cooking sucks, so no one's gonna buy any of it.

Swe9tyNE26: What!? My cooking is great! In fact, here comes my first costumer!

*Some creepy blue fetus comes to the stand. Kind of looks like this*

Creepy blue fetus: You're not perfect.

Swe9tyNE26: Ugh, average nightmare for any kid from the 90's. Say, sir, could I interest you in some milkshakes?

Creepy blue fetus: It' won't be perfect.

Swe9tyNE26: Yeah yeah yeah, just take one. It'll be worth one soul.

*Blue fetus hands Swe9ty the soul of a pink dog, Swe9ty hands blue fetus milkshake, Blue fetus drinks milkshake, blue fetus starts drying up*

Blue fetus: It wasn't perfect. It was horrible. You are a horrible cook.

*Blue fetus slaps Swe9ty with that little string attached to his head*

Swe9ty: OOOWWWWW! You know, for a dried up little fetus, that thing sure hurts.

TCR: See? You're a terrible cook. Let's just go back to watching Adam Ruins Everything.

Swe9ty: I AM A GOOD COOK! I'll prove it to you! *Drinks milkshake, face implodes* See? This is the best thing I cooked!

TCR: Ugh, fine, I'll just stop this thing for you. *Shoots some milkshakes with laser*

Swe9ty: MY PRECIOUS! Fine, if you don't want the milkshakes...*Lights a milkshake on fire* I'll get rid of one for you. *Opens lid on TCR, Inserts milkshake into TRC*

TRC: ARGH! DISPOSE OF BOMB! DISPOSE OF IT! DISPOSE! DISPOSE! DISPO- *Blows up*

Swe9ty:...Eh. I'll save the milkshakes for another time. *Puts milkshakes away*