"Okay, Super Nope, my girl. We need to have a talk about your schedule."
Your friendly neighborhood villain, Greg, says. Clecnhing the prison phone thing-a-ma-bob in his hands. Actually, what are those called? I have no idea.
"So why am I here again?"
I ask, leaning against the table between us.
"Because you visited me?"
He answers hesitantly, lifting an eyebrow at me.
"Oh right, your mom says that you're out of milk."
I say calmly, showing him the text.

"My mom's name isn't Margaret..."
"Oh."
We stood, well sat, in a simple silence.
"About your schedule."
Rip Silence, you were pretty chill until Greg murdered you. Murderer.
"You just comitted a crime."
I mention calmly, taking amuesment in the unamused Greg in front of me.
"What-"
"You killed the silence."
"No that doens't count as a murder-"

Well, hsi words were used against him and proven wrong. Because he got arrested again- even if he was already in jail.
"GOSH DARNIT SUPER NOPE!"
Ah, what should I have for Dinner~?

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*Slapped*

Thanks Greg-
*Slapped again*

-Voice♡Chan