Torrance: no it takes it's time, but you might want it to shave off once clumps start falling out. *is unnaturally calm because she hasnt had any sugar*
Torrance: *nods quickly and gobbles it up then starts to get hyper* hmmmm! *sits down then Lays down and does the impression of a slug on the ground*
Emma: sits on bed drawing. Mom: "Emma, please come downstairs!" Emma: sighs and walks down. "What?" Sees two men sitting on the couch. Starts to get nervous.
Torrance: I'm a slug! DUH! *mutters* crazy llama. *rolls over onto my back and waves my arms around* now I'm a swimmer. *kicks my Legs and I start to move in circles* swish, swish, swish.
Torrance: *smiles then swims over to drew* OI! NO SMELLY SOCKS IN THE POOL BUDDY! *pokes him and swims away then I stand up and I start jumping around* BOING BOING BOING!
Torrance: *sits down on my bum* PHEW! How do bunnies do that kind of stuff? Not to mention they have to poop chickens,