(Im so sorry)

January: *unpunctuated tears*

December: November, what is this?

November: A kid. I think. WHO KNOWS.

December: Why is it making that sound?

November: I don't know. I DONT DO KIDS.

December: Well, make it stop.

November: How do I do that? IT SEEMS IMPOSSBLE.

December: I don't know, try asking it?

November: Fine. Hey kid. WHAT DO YOU WANT.

January: *further unpunctuated crying*

December: I think it's upset.

November: REALLY.

December: I have an idea.

November: Do it. PLEASE.

December: I'll do it. *throws a timeline at January*

January: *is a crybaby*

December: Why didn't that work.

November: THAT ALWAYS WORKS.

December: *monotone panicking* What does it want.

November: *regular panicking* I DONT KNOW.

December: Sing it a song.

November: I CANT SING!

December: Sing anyway.

November: SING WHAT.

December: Anything.

November: 365, damn she fine. Na na na na. ONE MORE TIME.

December: Get Low. Get low, get low get low.

Sudden September: TI THE WINDOEWEEEEEEEEEEEE