Elizabeth: Try mE
Michael: *just glances at Elizabeth*
Elizabeth: *you hear mechanical whirring in her stomach/chest*
Elizabeth: on sEcOnD THoUGHt, TrUce?
*oo its Ice CrEm8
Elizabeth: *holds out the ice crem with a claw *
Michael: *trying to keep a straight face and hide his fear and saddness*
Elizabeth: *gestures it closer*
Michael: *messing with more glitched objects*
Elizabeth: *gives up*
Michael: *being wierd*
