Will: *opens one fully Springtraped eye, and waves some glithing zombie-like fingers lazily*
Will *hes kinda blocking the hallway, maybe you should try to move him*
k me to
*he is unmoveable*
Will: im arobot tthat wieghs 250-500 pounds, if youre lucky you might move me a inch
*what he doesnt realize is that his chip stopped working*
Will: *looks at his hands when he gets up* f*ck
srry i gtg my mom wants me to go to the dollar store
