Steven: Hey, what happened to all the milk?
Ken: I drank it all, sorry. I'll get some more, I promise.
Steven: *imagines Ken locked up in prison* Don't drop the soap!
Ken: What did you say?
Steven: Nothing!
Ken: You told me not to drop the soap! I'm not holding any soap!
Steven: Oh, I was imagining you in jail!
Ken: *angry look* Why?
Steven: Cause you drank all the milk! It's my imagination and I can imagine you behind bars!
Ken: Is that so? How about I imagine you getting beat up?
Steven: I don't care! It's not like I'm getting beat up for real!
Ken: On second thought, I will actually beat you up!
Steven: *panicky* No, just imagine it! It's less harmful than way!
Ken: *beats up Steven*
Steven: *getting beat up*
Radio: *playing It's The Same Old Song by The Four Tops*
Ken: *still beating up Steven*
Steven: *still getting beat up*
This story was written on Monday, May 6th, 2024.
A/N Steven imagined Ken in jail over milk? That's stupid! I can imagine him getting beat up of course! 😅😅😅😅😅 Don't be a silent reader. Please leave feedback. Thanks.
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