Mike Tyson punch him

katja: hey whats wrong

Nick: well- my cousin died today and its just bringing me down-

katja: oh...

t̵͙͕̲̞̱̺͓̩̣̯̞͋ͅh̸̯̞̲̙̤̮͔͖̱͇̻̱̩͙̺̅́̈̃̏͛̂̑͐͋̄̈́͐͝͝a̴̖̺̹͚̹͕̯̮͚͈̜͉͍͓͗̽̎́̓͐̀̉̈̎̓̿͐͜͝t̶̙͎̅̃̄̍̉̋͊̍̈́͂̐̂̈́̚͠͝'̸̛̜̜͚͚͆̎ŝ̴̨̢̮̗̭̮̭͉̖̻̺͍͇̪̃̀̐̊̂̍̀̈́͒̇̚̚͝ ̴͍͚̼͍͛̌̉͊̽w̶̡̲̪͈̦̩̫̪͕̋͂̆̃̌̓́͑͑͋͛͂̂̇̀͐͜͜ͅh̶̪̳͙̩̃̉͋̓̏̈́͑́̽̀͂á̶̡͙͚̜̥̹̻̺͕͕̍͛̇̌̾̇́͛̀͗͜ţ̴̘̱̝̱͓̲̟̹̹̯̭̭̈́̋̔̾͗̏̈́̆͌͜ͅ ̶̲͓̩̠̤͓̻͖͙̦̹̜̬͚͑̋̐̉̎̂͛̈́̍́̉į̸̤͙̠̯̔̽̈̎̄̽̐̈́̋̽̆͆̚͠͝͝ ̵̨̛̮͓͔͉͈͓̏̌̀̆̄̓͑̊͘͝͝͠t̴̡̥̺̹̝̅̈́͆̓̈́͑͘͠ẖ̵̢̡̞͓͖̺̬͕̜̮͇͇͍̜̍̈̍ͅo̴̬̪̜̖͔̬̜̗̤͈̟͂̂́́̎͜͝ų̵̟̖̘̝͉͙͇̂̊͜͜ͅg̵̨̤̮͉̟͕̣͕̱̣̉̑͐̀̚ḩ̷̤̤͍͚͉̝̬̹͜͠ͅt̴̟̤̘̦̭͎̰͔͔͙̮̮̩́̈́̀͐̐̆͋͜

bruh this isnt ur rp go away

nah i was glitch type

yeah-

katja: well i have stuff to do

*sits beside you and gives you a tight hug* whats wrong?

kipo:hard day right?

Nick: yeah...

(Carlos} Yo u good

Nick: no, not really-

ḣ̸̛̟̬̰̤̬̽͊̃͐̓̔̽͆̽̇͆͝í̴̧̮͓͎͔̭͇͔̳̃́̃̚!̴̙̓̔̅ͅ

(either im going insane or that is a bunch of gibberish)
w-wha?

glitch type

okay

t̵͙͕̲̞̱̺͓̩̣̯̞͋ͅh̸̯̞̲̙̤̮͔͖̱͇̻̱̩͙̺̅́̈̃̏͛̂̑͐͋̄̈́͐͝͝a̴̖̺̹͚̹͕̯̮͚͈̜͉͍͓͗̽̎́̓͐̀̉̈̎̓̿͐͜͝t̶̙͎̅̃̄̍̉̋͊̍̈́͂̐̂̈́̚͠͝'̸̛̜̜͚͚͆̎ŝ̴̨̢̮̗̭̮̭͉̖̻̺͍͇̪̃̀̐̊̂̍̀̈́͒̇̚̚͝ ̴͍͚̼͍͛̌̉͊̽w̶̡̲̪͈̦̩̫̪͕̋͂̆̃̌̓́͑͑͋͛͂̂̇̀͐͜͜ͅh̶̪̳͙̩̃̉͋̓̏̈́͑́̽̀͂á̶̡͙͚̜̥̹̻̺͕͕̍͛̇̌̾̇́͛̀͗͜ţ̴̘̱̝̱͓̲̟̹̹̯̭̭̈́̋̔̾͗̏̈́̆͌͜ͅ ̶̲͓̩̠̤͓̻͖͙̦̹̜̬͚͑̋̐̉̎̂͛̈́̍́̉į̸̤͙̠̯̔̽̈̎̄̽̐̈́̋̽̆͆̚͠͝͝ ̵̨̛̮͓͔͉͈͓̏̌̀̆̄̓͑̊͘͝͝͠t̴̡̥̺̹̝̅̈́͆̓̈́͑͘͠ẖ̵̢̡̞͓͖̺̬͕̜̮͇͇͍̜̍̈̍ͅo̴̬̪̜̖͔̬̜̗̤͈̟͂̂́́̎͜͝ų̵̟̖̘̝͉͙͇̂̊͜͜ͅg̵̨̤̮͉̟͕̣͕̱̣̉̑͐̀̚ḩ̷̤̤͍͚͉̝̬̹͜͠ͅt̴̟̤̘̦̭͎̰͔͔͙̮̮̩́̈́̀͐̐̆͋͜

(Carlos} *head pat with both arms and and throat hands*

Nick: thank you

“Are you ok?”

w̷̛͔̠̋̌̾̄̃̀̉̓̒̄͐͋̇̚h̵̡̦̣͓͔̫̀̀͊̚͜ö̷̙͈̝̲͉̩̪́̃͆̓̓͐͝ͅ ̶̖̫̘̥͓͚̙̍̐͌̉̾̏̄͗̈́̚͝͠m̴̨̠̺̯̣͓͖̟̥̺̓̑̑͋͐̀̚͝e?

“Yes...”

yeah i was glitch typing err...im a glitch typer

"no, not really"

“...”

*sigh*

Misty Carmen: "hi, whats wrong?"

Nick: hello, my cousin died today so-

"oh no" she hugs him

"yeah" he blushes

"dont get any ideas, Im married" shows ring

"i just blushed.." annoyed look

"sorry . . ."

"its fine"

"right . . ."

"well, thank you ig"

"no problem"

i get up "his funeral is tomorrow, so im available to do whatever

"me too. anything to take it off your mind, and . . . tomorrow? that seems awfully quick. you have a coffin and youve invited perople already? wow . . . if I may ask, how did he die?"

"he died to a hearse- he got run over"

"oh-"

"yeah, they paid for everything"

"that sucks"

"wanna go get something to eat? i haven't had anything since i heard the news"

"sure" she gets up

i get up "where should we go?"

"My husband plays piano at this place called the Hideaway"

i order an iced tea and a soup "what are you gonna get?"

"pasta. thats him over there" she points at him

ah

"yeah . . . he has really nice abs"

uh-

"what":

"you didn't need to tell me about his abs"

"whatever" he comes over
???: "hey babe" they kiss

oh crap