Gov, waking through the door:

Gov:

Child Florida, holding a gun: :D

Gov: That's a baby with a gun.

Gov: Its a BABY with a gun!

Child Florida: :3

Gov: I'm calling the police.

Gov: They hung up.

Gov: It's a baby with gun.

Gov: Comfort eating.

Gov, eating pure sugar: That's just sugar

District, giving Florida head pats: Aww it's a baby with a gun.

Gov: BABY WITH A GUN!

Gov: Who sent you? Was it Loui? I will buy him a new turtle.

Gov, checking his phone: Does my life insurance cover babies with guns.

Gov: No really.

Gov, from the corner of the room: GET OUT!

Gov, handing Florida an alligator plush: How bout we trade ok, I'll give you this.

Gov, taking the gun: And you give me that, now isn't that bet-

Child Florida, holding another gun: B)

Gov: I'm really stupid.

Gov: OH! So nice is it? NO, huh! I'm a man with gun! What are you? You're a baby with a gun, you're nothing.

Child Florida, scared: ;c

Gov: I'm sorry that was mean, you don't deserve that you're young, just take mine.

Child Florida, holding 2 guns: :)

Gov: Now it's a baby with two guns.

Gov: Where's the baby? There's the BABY!

Gov: Why don't you leave?

Gov, from the corner: GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!

Gov: I'm hiding in the fridge now.

Gov: You know I kinda want him to shoot me so when god's like, "oh hey Gov how did you die?" I can be like, "I don't know god maybe I was shot by a BABY WITH A GUN!"

Child Florida: :D

Gov: For the love of me, sick, real sick baby with a gun.

Gov, moving randomly: Yeah not easy is it not easy to hit a moving target.

Child Florida, shooting Gov: B)

Gov: You have to leave.

Gov: *sighs*

I.D.C: Look at this little baby-

I.D.C: OH NO ITS GOT A GUN!

Child Florida, starts shooting I.D.C: :)

I.D.C: *Screams*

Gov: I have to move.

Chid Florida: :3