Alice: *her hair is....sticking to the floor?*
Elizabeth: *existing*
Alice: *messing with an axe*
Alice: what'cha starin at?
Elizabeth: ...dude chill
Alice: no
Alice: ish alright, ....wait, were you staring at my face or my hair? cuz if you were staring at my face then we're gonna have a problem
Alice: *gasp* you WERE staring at my face werent you?!! *gets up* well, i DID say we were gonna have a problem *le knives yew to da wall*
Elizabeth: *tries to halp you*
Alice: *elbows her in the chest*
Will: *kicks down the door* NOPE *expert knife throw to Alices chest*
Alice: *gah!**falls down dead*
Will: *pulls the kives out of your joints* there, all better!
