Carson sucks at guitar and is sad cuz he sucks

Im sure Carson is great at the guitar! *hugs carson*

*Carson hugs bacc*

Red army: *walks in* h- *walks out

Carson: h- *cries*

Red army: why tho why you cry

Carson: because i can't play guitar even tho i try

red army: so what your saying is that you suck

red army: *slaps him*

Carson: *cries more* you didn't have to do that!

ruined gold: *time stop*

ruined gold: * punches carson a bunch of times*

red army: *has a stroke and nearly ducking dies*

[Can't reply to your lower chain comments for some bizarre reason so i replied here] Carson: "Mmmmm delicious" *nothing happens because Carson ate nothing the whole day*

*time resumes* Carson: "Huh that didn't feel too bad... In fact that didn't feel at all...." *rubs cheek and looks at the glass of punch in gold's hand* OOOOOH YOU MEANT POUR ME SOME PUNCH! How thoughtful, haha! *takes a glass of punch and sips*

narrator: little did he know it was spiked with laxatives

red army: what