Kurtz: *lowers his head and turns around, holding a pie*
DMX: BE CAREFUL!
*Cake goes flying and heading for Kurtz*
DMX: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO~ *jumps and slow motion starts, intercepting the cake and getting hit by it for Kurtz* ACK! *Falls on ground in normal motion now* Arrrrgghh... the cold feeling of the cream... how do I detest it... I mean, I'm gonna die... *collapses*
Kurtz: *suddenly kneeling down besides DMX* You know, you didn't have to do that.
DMX: *Opens one eye* HELLO! I'm TRYING TO BE MELODRAMATIC!
Kurtz: *taps DMX's muzzle slightly with his claw* I knew that, silly.
Me:*looks at DMX* and they say ive got a sponge for a brain!*rolls eyes*
Sponge: Hey, I take that as a potential insult.
DMX's Brain: Don't fret it, until you start feeling the alcohol going inside his head you'll see why he should be sorry for how much he made me suffer.
Sponge: Oh. Psychological problems?
DMX's Brain: Only a few, but don't worry, just stay there.
DMX: Why am I hearing voices?
Kurtz: Awwww... *snuggles DMX* You must be hallucinating, then.
*cocks head on 1 side(no jokes plz)* why is there a sponge here?*scratches head*
DMX: SPONGE?! WHO SAID SPONGE?! *stands up holding a shotgun* I HATE SPONGES!
Sponge: I feel loved today.
DMX's Brain: You know, I think I forgot about his fear towards sponges, maybe you should leave.