“So, Tony…” I started.
“What!” Tony shouted.
“I have a question,” I explained.
“Alright, go on; say what you want to say,” Tony ordered.
“Can I cut your two fingers?” I giggled.
“What?! Are you insane?” Tony screamed.
“Might be; I’m so sorry,” I gulped hard.
“You should be sorry. As for your consequences, I’m going to plan them,” Tony warned.
“Like what consequences?” I asked worriedly.
“Well, I can erase the work you spend so much time,” he informed.
“Nooo!” I cried.
“Hmph, we’ll see about that,” Tony remarked.
“No, please! Besides, it was all a joke, and I really didn’t do it,” I pouted.
“The thought of it still counts,” Tony confirmed.
“At least I asked you before doing any of it at all,” I shrugged.
“Blah, blah blah,” tony replied, imitating my frown.
“And anyways, you’re an eraser, what can you do?” I wiggled my eyebrows.
“I can do many things, you don’t know,” Tony informed, “and you wouldn’t like them.”
I laughed.
“The person who laughs last laughs longest,” Tony announced.
[Bart the Scissor comes in]
“Well, well, what do we have here?” Bart wondered.
“Life as normal,” Tony replied.
I coughed slyly.
“Just about the right time,” I smirked.
“W-w- what do you mean?” Tony trembled, “I-I- I’ll fight for my life, whatever you two are
planning.”
“Oh my, kill me, kill me now,” I required ironically.
“Can I say my last words?” Bart pleaded ironically.
We both laughed.
Tony was doomed.
