F: hello

X: *planning out something*

Val: FAIRWELL MY GOOD FRIEND! *Runs off*

X: there he goes

Val: Well yes, but doom guy is a homosexual

X: and Master Chief is Homophobic

Val: Kratos has Mexican food with Leonardo Dicaprio

X: Counterpoint, Monkeys have extreme strength and comfort

Val: Alright true

X: Mhm

Val: You win

X: thank

Val: Welcum

X: Cum?

Val: Whatcha doin?

X: thinking

Val: About?

X: If you're swimming on the sun, and your pet penguin Jerry catches a cold, what should you have in your teeth?

Val: ... a bullet

X: I was thinking a teaspoon, because cats har star Trek

Val: Very valid point, however lions have bigfoot

X: right, but Squirtle eats eggs with bowser

Val: No squirtle eats ham with bowser

X: then he knows your Bowser history

(Pun intended)

Milo: hoi!

Val: Hiya! ...wait where are you? *looking around*

Milo: down here!

Val: *looks down* KITTY *Kneels down to pet him*

Milo: im a god :D

Val: And I'm a horrible deity that tricks people into horrible deals *smiles*

Milo: what does that mean?

Val: Don't worry about it

Milo: oki

Val: *picks him up*

Milo: :>

Val: *petting him* I'm gonna steal you

Chris: zzzz

Val: WAKE UP! *Pushes him*

*He grabs their arms and shoves them off.*

Chris: mmm...

Val: *pours a bottle of water on him*

Chris: Okay! Okay! I'm up! What the hell man?!

Val: Hiya!

Chris: -_- hey.

Val: You were sleeping on the ground

Chris: Yeah. I was, but you didn’t have to get physical.

Val: You weren't waking up

Chris: Doesn’t matter. You still went physical.

What’s your name?

Val: I'm Valor, most people call me Val

Chris: Oh okay. I’m Christopher, but people call me Chris. -v-

Val: Nice to meet ya

Chris: Yeah. I guess it is.

Val: *they start humming*

*His phone starts ringing.*

Chris: Mm? Oh. I got a call from my wife. Gimme a sec.

Val: *nods* alright

Chris: Hello? Oh yeah. I’m fine, you? Mhm. That’s great, hon. Uh… wait… how many? No way… you’re actually playing with me! Damn… Alright, I’ll meet you there, hon. Take care. Bye~

*He hangs up.*

Val: You gotta go?

Chris: Yeah. My wife is dealing with a lotta shit at the pub, so I have to help her out.