Now whos ready for some damn Tweets for Fucking adults

Sail away, sail away, sail away—

Because an eleven just showed up. Get the bucket, Claude.

Don't stop until you sweat caffeine and your heart has palpitations while standing still.

Amen.

i jus wan b durgn

Back to the daily grind. Grind. Grounds. Caffeine. Gimme.

Please? I'll eat fire.

Bring it on.

It better be, kiddo. [She peers into the bowl and marvels at the glow.] Do you think I'll start to glow if I drink enough of this stuff?

Do I win a prize if I don't spit it back out?

Claude, you need to give people a better incentive than "you might die from this".

Deal. Bottom's up, then. [Slurp, slurp, slurp—she gets about halfway before she has to set the bowl down, and... belches.] It's got a kick to it.

I take that as a compliment. Now where's my cookie?

Detention.

[;3c] Will this kill me?

You can poison cookies, Claude, I'm not an idiot.

[Eats her cookie with a scowl.] Ehh. It's crispy. I like the chewy kind more. Make a note of that.

No pants on Thursday. I won't take no for an answer. Together, we will destroy the status quo and social constructs. We take no prisoners. We leave no survivors. Death is an extant form of life. We cannot escape, we cannot run. The socks stay on until the very end.