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Marty: hey finn

Finn: ohh my fuckkinggod inm goingt-

Marty: you wanna play extreme sims with amphibious and their friend isla?

Finn: wait wht did u say

Finn: actually nvm idc

Finn: just sign me up 4 whatever ill do it im just

Finn: hhghghghhrhrughaoegnlksanflahsjlnablasnfpNFHAFHAOHFWPOANVLK right now

Marty: cool.

Marty: did you wanna do something?

Finn: GOD please

> Grab Your Paints

Usually you and Marty like to paint together when you’re hanging out. Marty isn’t the most artistic person in the world unlike you, but he does love smearing his finger in some mess. You however, would really love to paint right now. It’ll relax you, especially after that stupid shit eating bastard Isla got on your fucking nerves.


A small dip into your palette and you’re on your way.

The very simple stroke of your brush hits against your canvas and you can feel the emotions slip out of your head and onto the blank void. It’s almost invigorating, the sensation of warmth that flows through one part of you into the other. One. Two. A touch of vermillion, the colour of anger, frustration. Oh, how frustrated you feel when your noise, your volume gets crushed into a million pieces by a scoundrel reaching crimes far beyond those trapped behind bars. A crescent like shape emerges from the tips of your fingertips, evoking the slow and steady roundness that you wish you could feel right now, what you envision yourself feeling in a happy moment. It’s all you long for, happiness, enjoyment, love. Love, it makes you so blue, denim, to be exact. Shades of the ocean that fills the corners of your eyes on a depressive day, and fills the rest of your canvas as you-


> Green? GREEN??????

Marty: there you go!

Marty: it was starting to look a little dreary so i patched it up

Marty: :]

Finn: gr..green….

Marty: lime actually!

Your...Your work…Your beautiful work……


> Look.

> AAARRRGGGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!

Isla: Fuckin…. What the hell is C major? Gross…… no, no, not that, that’s shit, what rhymes with hephestaus? What the fuck. What the FUCK! GOD DAMMIT!

> GAH! DAMNIT!

Isla: Wait I didn’t mean it Kurt I’m sorry

> Knock Knock!

Isla: Who is it?

> It's Your Uncle!

> Soup!

Uncle Vinny: Hey there bambino, whatcha doin, ya putin holes in the walls again and ya nearly hit Mr. Cobain.

Isla: Sorry uncle Vinny, I’m just a bit mad, some kid on twitter said I couldn’t be friends with a cool swamp guy, because that was his friend and so I told him to shove it up his ass and that I was gonna take his friend to hooters and show him a nice night so we’ll be really good friends.

Uncle Vinny: It sounds like you really showed him kiddo, good one. But maybe he has some underlying abandonment issues and became kinda attached to this other fella, and by you coming in and presenting yourself as a friendly individual he felt as if he’d be alone again.

Isla: he called me a bitch >:(

Uncle Vinny: Unacceptable. Kill him dead.

Isla: That’d be cool but I don’t think I can.

Uncle Vinny: no matter Bambino, just have your soup and don’t worry bout some dumb prick on the damn bird app, maybe take a break from writing too.

Isla: Yeah okay…

Isla: Hey uncle vinny?

Uncle Vinny: Yeah kiddo?

Isla: If you could blow up the world to remake it without all the bad stuff, would you?

Uncle Vinny: In a heartbeat, why so philosophical?

Isla: No reason...


> ???

??: WE!RE COMPLETELY SCREWED

??: youre…………..overexagerating the current conditions of our………….position...^w^

??: U SAW W#AT S#E DID 2 DEM! WUT IF DAT!S US NEXT!!!

??: oh whaT? now YoU’re sUddenlY so scared of dYing? whaT happened To YoU being opTimisTic and sTUff wiTh saYing ThaT everYfin will evenTUally be okaY and ThaT deaTh is all fUn and games

??: DAT WAS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT! U SAW WUT #APPENED

??: WE!RE DA LAST OF OUR KIND N NOW S#E!

??: S#E TOOK DEM!!!

??: you shouldnt have………………………….started anything you know….^w^

??: me sTarT somefin

??: YoUve cod to be kidding me here

??: i had nofin To do wiTh This

??: WE!RE GOING 2 DIE!!!!!!!! WE!RE ALL GOING 2 DIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

??: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#################

??: calm down………….please calm down…………^w^

??: its not like…………….theres anything we can do………..^w^

??: no waiT

??: YoU have a poinT There

??: yeah………….nothing we can do……^w^

??: no i mean

??: i Think There IS somefin we can do

> End of Act 1

Page 10. Act 1, END.

- teeth, 2023