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They were all set to go, packed everything they needed including food for the night. "all set?" Sketch asked. "we're good" Kat confirmed. "let's go!" Sketch announced. "Wait! what about the wind, we can't just walk out there!" Kat quaked. "hm, you're right, if you fly up into the air i won't have anyone to dare to lick weird things and actually do them" Sketch remarked "and if you get blown away i won't have a teenaged boy to make our one bathroom smelly and gross" Kat replied sarcastically. "Let's take a look" they pressed their hands and faces against the big kitchen window and beheld the raging storm outside, it looked as if hell was make of wind instead of fire and it was right outside. "Oh, damn" Sketch exclaimed. "yeah, i don't wanna get hit in the face with something in the air" Kat whined. "we buried a LOT of corpses of strange things out there" Sketch informed "and this one time when i was burying this thing out there, i emptied the garbage in the hole and then i went to the bathroom and you were in it already so i just used the hole and buried it" Kat admitted "i've done that too, and we keep growing strange grass, i'm to afraid to mow it. also, i know you hid my pitchfork out there somewhere and it might impale us" Sketch went on "i told you, you can't use it as a regular fork, you wouldn't listen" Kat drilled "i think we're more in danger of being lifted off the ground, maybe we should hold hands to keep eachother from flying away?" Sketch suggested "...yeah" Kat agreed "wait guys! i have an actual idea!" Stealy interrupted while holding up a pair of scissors "can we still hold hands?" Sketch asked "the storms are scary" Kat added "yes, you can still hold hands" Stealy rolled his eyes

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They were all set to go, packed everything they needed including food for the night. "all set?" Sketch asked. "we're good" Kat confirmed. "let's go!" Sketch announced. "Wait! what about the wind, we can't just walk out there!" Kat quaked. "hm, you're right, if you fly up into the air i won't have anyone to dare to lick weird things and actually do them" Sketch remarked "and if you get blown away i won't have a teenaged boy to make our one bathroom smelly and gross" Kat replied sarcastically. "Let's take a look" they pressed their hands and faces against the big kitchen window and beheld the raging storm outside, it looked as if hell was make of wind instead of fire and it was right outside. "Oh, damn" Sketch exclaimed. "yeah, i don't wanna get hit in the face with something in the air" Kat whined. "we buried a LOT of corpses of strange things out there" Sketch informed "and this one time when i was burying this thing out there, i emptied the garbage in the hole and then i went to the bathroom and you were in it already so i just used the hole and buried it" Kat admitted "i've done that too, and we keep growing strange grass, i'm to afraid to mow it. also, i know you hid my pitchfork out there somewhere and it might impale us" Sketch went on "i told you, you can't use it as a regular fork, you wouldn't listen" Kat drilled "i think we're more in danger of being lifted off the ground, maybe we should hold hands to keep eachother from flying away?" Sketch suggested "...yeah" Kat agreed "wait guys! i have an actual idea!" Stealy interrupted while holding up a pair of scissors "can we still hold hands?" Sketch asked "the storms are scary" Kat added "yes, you can still hold hands" Stealy rolled his eyes

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