lookitsecho:
I can't mono task. I have way too many thoughts.
thefrogman:
I just can't spare the concentration for more than one task at a time
When I do, it usually ends in disaster.
DISASTER, I SAY!
The monkey is still in a coma.
lookitsecho:
Hahaha. Oh. Do you want to talk about that?
thefrogman:
Well, it all started when I had this idea to do a juggling routine while simultaneously shooting an arrow at an apple on top of the monkey's head.
lookitsecho:
... And the monkey agreed to that?!
thefrogman:
I may have drugged his bananas.
lookitsecho:
That is not okay.
thefrogman:
He flinched when the arrow was coming at him. It's not entirely my fault.
lookitsecho:
It would have never happened if you hadn't drugged him into doing it okay.
thefrogman:
Mr. Peanut will be okay once there is universal monkey healthcare.
lookitsecho:
When do you think that will happen?!
Probably after he is already dead and it is meaningless to him.
thefrogman:
You seem to care more about Mr. Peanut than my struggles with multitasking. I thought we were friends
lookitsecho:
We were friends until I realized that you put a monkey into a coma. I don't know if I can be friends with someone who would be so reckless with another creature's life.
thefrogman:
Then I definitely shouldn't tell you about the donkey
lookitsecho:
OH MY GOD ARE YOU KIDDING ME.
My mouth is hanging open in shock right now.
thefrogman:
Okay, but I totally didn't drug him like the monkey. Leroy wanted to go on the tightrope.
lookitsecho:
... Oh.
thefrogman:
I don't even think he realized I was pointing a gun at him. Donkeys don't know what guns are.
lookitsecho:
I can't hear any more of this. I am plugging my ears. LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA.
thefrogman:
Maybe we should talk about something else
lookitsecho:
WHAT? I'M SORRY. I CAN'T HEAR YOU. WHAT DID YOU SAY?
