she drank 20 cases of code red mountain dew and is now deploying an attack on her idol

Marshumero:*pops out of a portal that is black with a purple outer wring* Dang it wrong dimension again, now where is the Distortion World? *creates another portal and goes through it*

(*ring)

(like this, minus the creature inside)

*Doomed intensifies*

Marshumero: *pokes his head out of the portal* U good?

Quis est proximus Dollar Generalis? Mons mihi Ros magis opus est.

Marshumero: is where not who and here *opens portal to mountain dew hq*

Marshumero: hey steve she need the mountain dew, I'll pay

Steve: flavor?

Marshumero: red

Steve: code?

Marshumero: Ṽ̸̧̛̳̣̮̜͈̀̓̓̓̄̈̀̀̅̔̄́͜͝ę̴̨̛̜̥͎͈̥̹̰̳̈͌́̈́̀̔̿͌́́̈̂̐̑̂̀̒̓̂̅̑͋̚͝͠r̸̛̟͎͇̲̘͔̯͍̒̈́̏͗̅̿̽̈́̇̀̀͑̔̔̋̾͋́̅͆̓̽̕͜͝ͅͅm̷̢̢̡̢̫̠̼͔̠͕̮̳̺̙̝̤̝̻̮̰͈͍͉̫̙̤̼̪̠̣͉̯̰̞̝͉̤͔̦̹̻̟̲̑͐́̋̿̕e̸̡̡̝͚̩̻̹̪͎̻͙̞̲̳̼̹̙̿͒̔͊͊̒̽͛̅̂̈́̈́͌̌̑̽̀͋̇̈́̔͒̌̄̀̂͌̍̏̓͐̿̓̕̕̚̕̕͘͜ͅͅl̶̨͉̰̺̺̥̦̯͖͎̖̗̯͚̹̼͛́̈̎̅̋̄͌̇͛͐͘͜͜h̵̢̡̨̧̢̛͎̻̹̘̮̖̰̘̤͓̬͍̹͉̺̥̳̞͔̦͉̜͔͚̟͉̤̖̟̗̙̭̻͎͉͓͍͈̗̮̲̹̯̪̍̀̍̔̃̃͑̑̑̋̍͑͐͋̇̃̈́̀́̂͂͌͐̇͒̐̎̈̀̊̆͘͘͘̕̕̚͝ͅǫ̶̹̭͖̜̰̤͎̯̥͔̝̼̬͔̰͉͈̦̲͕͇̂̏̅́̀̎̆̒̚̕ͅ

Steve: ok, follow me

Nunc anima fricta est, aestu semina jacta, vota negavit, QUICUMQUE MORITUR. (Haha, MOTI lyric covers but in Latin go brr)

Marshumero: no what's left of my soul isn't fried its Burt to a nice crispy char but thank you for the complement.

Heus... hedum... memes aliquos vis?

Marshumero: don't really need any cuz you're speaking to one rn. Also just because I look younger than the rest of my peirs doesn't means I ain't that young, I am ██ going on ██ so ye

Silly