Inedible Frustrations

Nic: Word to your face, HOMIE!

Richard: Why do you have to bring attention to it?

Nic: HOW CAN I AVOID IT!?!

Richard: Perfect Pony Potions.

Nic: It does remind me of a certain pony body part. I'm glad you've noticed, too. I felt akward bringing it up.

Richard: *Throws arms in the air and screams in frustration.*

*Catches arms.*

Nic: Wait... what did you catch your arms with?

Richard: ...Teeth...?

Nic: How tiny are your arms?

Richard: That's for me to know and you to find out.

Nic: *Nervous swallow.*

Richard: Oh crap! Where'd my arms go?

Nic: They were in my mouth the whole time?

This is getting weird and gross. Like freak-me-out gross.

Richard: Don't worry, it's not real.

Nic: Then why do I feel like I’m getting punched from inside my stomach? And what happens later when I have to make bears?

Richard: Uh Oh.