Splendid Persiflage

[Mr Rook]

Clotaire: Oui, people, if you may now sit down we shall get this discussion started.
Dakota: What was that, French Fries? You trying to tell me something! Little Billy's trapped in the well!
Clotaire: Why do you have to fight me, Dakota?
Dakota: Ha, ha! You're funny; it's not a fight, you French ninny! You'll just end up surrendering; no, it would be more like a handicap.
Andrew:True that! Ha, ha! Just like your old man!
Dakota: Yeah, high five!
Clotaire: You two are English bastards!
Andrew: Ah, slob on my nob!
Clotaire: You! I'm going to chop both of you up into little peices and eat them!
Rhodri: That's how AIDS was created, don't you know. You have to throw meat away when it goes bad...and not eat monkey a**.
Dakota/Andrew: What did you say you Welsh pig!
Rhodri: Monkey. a**.
Hershey: Ha, he said a**.
Valentino: Maybe he was talking about your a** and how big it is.
Hershey: My bottem isn't that big...
Valentino: Sure it is! Look at it, it's an astroid!
Rhodri: Nah, Hershey, I was talking about Andrew and his hell spawn, Dakota...don't think both of them combined are as big as your a**.
Valentino: See, I told you! Your a** is huge! Big 'ol thunder thighs on the Kansas Praire!
Hershey: Oh...
Rhodri: Don't worry-
Valentino: BIG a**! Ha hahahaha! rofl
Dakota: Okay, Rhodri, Hershey's fat a** isn't going to save you from me kicking yours! C'mere!
Rhodri: No, you''re too late, Hershey's a** all ready consumed everything.
Dakota: What!?!
Valentino: His a** is chocking me! I'm drowning!
Ignacio: Good, you're smoking was taking too long.
Valentino: What did you say you little s**t!
Ignacio: Lo siento, my Italian must have been too complex for you to understand.
Valentino: That's it! I've put up with your a** for too long now!
Ignacio: Eres bastardo! Soy el chico con todo el poder!
Valentino: Quit speaking Italian! You! ARE NOT ITALIAN!
Dakota: You are one DENSE ********! And if you wanna threaten my cousin again I'm going to kick your a**! You are are one giant a** ********!
Hershey: What did you say about mein brother!
Dakota: Shut up Hershey!
Flynn: Oi! It's a fight now! Hershey! Use your a**!
Toveli: Why is always asses with you?
Flynn: What, that's all people have been talking about all night.
Toveli: Yeah, but when you do it its gay.
Ignacio: Ci, like Vagintino!
Valentino: I'm going to gas you like a Jew!
Mahko: How do you gas juice? I thought German's were smart.
Ignacio: He would be if he was actually German. No, he's from Italy; he only speaks German.
Mahko: What kind of Italian speaks German!
Ignacio: The gay ones!
Toveli: See Flynn, they agree with me.
Valentino: Gah! I'm going give you an Italian beating!
Dakota: Okay, Chumba Wumba, don't have a heart attack!
Andrew: No, no. Let the little b*****d go.
Flynn: Are you calling me a b*****d!
Andrew: I ain't calling your ugly a** to dinner!
Flynn: a**!?
Andrew: Asssss.
Toveli: a**!
Flynn: Get up, Rhodri! We're fighting now! And with Andrew!
Rhodri: Hey Flynn.
Flynn: What.
Rhodir: a**.
Flynn: What is with you people and asses!
Toveli: I told you all ready, you'e gay
Mahko: I'm so happy for you Flynn!
Flynn: What are you talking about, Mahko!
Mahko: You're getting married to Hershey's big a**! You must be so proud!
Julian: People can get married to each other's asses?
Dakota: Only in prison, Julian.
Julian: Oh, so that's what dropping the soap means! It's a marrige purposal!
Dakota: Yeah, just going to let you go there...
Ignacio: Gee, that makes me wonder how many times Valentino dropped the soap.
Valentino: Hershey, the little Mexican son of a b***h is trying to molester me!
Hershey: You mean Ignacio? Nein, he's a cute little boy! Look at his face, he looks more Italian than-oh s**t! Sorry Val!
Valentino: Hersh!
Hershey: Val?
Rhodri: Stick a fork in him, he's done!
Toveli: Hey Flynn, they're talking about you again!
Mahko: What are the babies going to look like! Can you name one Asstin?
Julian: Asstin is good name, no? Flynn, why you look so angry?
Flynn: You people are crazy!
Andrew: Shut your gob, paddy, and grab Hershey's a** for a romantic evening.
Hershey: Oh, nein, I'm married! I can't do that.
Julian: Oh my God, he dropped the soap too?
Dakota: Ha, ha! This is so perfect! Ignacio, como se dice 'this is so perfect' en espanol?
Ignacio: Esta muy perfecto.
Clotaire: This is way out of control...
Julian: Your ponytail is out of control! Look out, it's attacking me!
Clotaire: What is your obsession with my hair, Mr. Belanger?
Julian: a**? Is that right?
Rhodri: Righto, a**.
Clotaire: Flynn is not in this picture!
Flynn: You French molester!
Rhodri: Look out, the a**!
Godfried: Come now, fellows, there is no need for us to be acting to intolerant of each other. Sit down and be calm, everyone. Yes, that's good...nice and calm. Now that you are all calm we can continue on with what you were saying-
Rhodri: a**.
Godfried: I can put you in the ground with a smile on my face! I'm RIPPED!
Rhodri: gonk
Godfried: Good, continue Clotaire.
Clotaire:.. Ah ********! I forgot what I was going to say. ******** it, a**!

[Mr Rook]

VaguelyFamous

? What? How Link like to view himself ----& .

I'm going to weave another tale in the epitome of our life that is splendid persiflage. Be it that I am bored or tired of waiting for someone to pick up where I left off I am continuing the story previous to this latetest installment. Of course, I cannot say that it will be anything like the rest of our endeavors, perhaps it is because there will be little interference from unwonted(which is spelled correctly and does not mean unwanted) characters(friends/people) that we know. This time, a stoy will be told and it will be told in honesty.

First is our brother, the obnoxious and intolerant son of a b***h that cannot control his anger. It appears that everything angers him to some extend; his addictions will be the end of his life. Perhaps it is his interests(vulgar in nature) that bothers me so or perhaps it is his overbearing personality. Much of his personality is cosumed by personal interest and a vague fantasy involving things that he alone can see. In light of himself this becomes more unique to him

Next is you, also somewhat intolerent, pertaining to the constant use of "swag-f**", and with poor command of your own emotions. Your emotions prevent you from doing great things because you always feel lesser than I and you get too caught up in your the endeavors of your friends. You don't know how talented you are for you never want to do anything with said talent. Honesty speaking, your personality is both pleasent and bothersome. In light of your personality, this becomes more unique to you.


Lastly is me, a hard shelled and insensitve person that cannot hold a conversation very well. It appears that I have no emotions but in truth my emotions are bottled inside me, which both desensitives me to emotional situations and pains me. I may be very tolerent of people but I am also ignorant to them, making me somewhat of a bother. For the most part, I do not enjoy talking and have a preference to be alone. Perhaps my sanguine nature is very annoying to everybody. In light of my personality, this becomes more unique to me



Your a** crackings and our brother's a** personality I feel like this , but you are like . You and I start laughing then start talking about how stupid anime is . You then go off playing with your 3DS, that stop motion function on your device. I imagine that it goes something like this Bored, I try to get your attention but my attempts are a failure because now you are on your phone, messing with Larissa. . Indifferent, I turn on Netflix and watch some good old South Park God damn, I real hate when people do this because it is totally out of context . You see some Fruk on the internets and think yourself cool , thus you show me and feel pretty good about it. .This is me again , This is what I think of your Fruk and this is what it looks like to me (the resemlence is uncanny).After that comment you're all like and spread the FRUK everywhere. Pleased, you continue with your Fruk until you find some porn; then you are like Your eyes will never be the same; you then show me the picture and I'm like this and we are both like . I feel like this afterward



Confusious say: It's your turn; tell a story.

[VaguelyFamous]

Okay, let me just say this: yes, I am getting tested after this. Do not worry. Now, let us begin this perfection.

Me consuming:
Me dancing at a wedding:
You whenever I am ready for a snuggle attack:
You being engulfed by my feels:
What I am most afraid of:
You carrying the memory of dad:
You ghetto stomping the bitches:
Me being sexual frustrated:
When I am reaching for my dreams:
You and Austin:
Whenever you see me reeling over being insulted:
Me fighting off the bitches:
Me walking in on someone taking a s**t:
Whenever I have to watch you leave me:
Me surrounded by my own hate:
Me mooching food from my friends:
When I say I never miss you:
When I read the Hetalia creepypasta:
Me walking alone through the house when it's dark:
Me entering your lair:
When the bitches want to love me:
You trying to get me out of our room:
What I see the outside world does to people:
Me trying to hold back how I feel when you insult me:
Me whenever drags me from my thoughts:
Me arguing with someone:
Me being passive-aggressive:
Me around the family:
Me and Micah playing tricks:
Me being graceful:
Me and Micah being affectionate:
Me partying with my friends:
You alone:
When you're trying to go to bed:
You and Cody:
You being woken up by Cody:
You trolling:
Us being ******** awesome:
When someone lectures me:
Me trying to take care of you:
You being intrigued by the bitches:
When you are having band feels:
You fighting fighter pilot:
Me being cuddly:
Me attempting to be social:
When I smile through it all:
Even though I just can't:
You when people ******** around in band:
When they won't stop:
Me battling my depressive tendencies:
Me, Micah, and Cody bothering you:
Us trying to seduce you:
Me having bad intentions:
When I run into a nerdy, built German with glasses, long hair, and stubble:
Me drawing on your homework:
What I do whenever I am alone:
Me trying to speak when I am flustered:
My beat-down on the bitches:
Aggressive against the bitches:
Me running from your rage:
Being the hero for others:
Me ready to live:
When I accept my failures:
Walter and I:
Emotionally scared:
Whenever I become defensive:
When I realize my potential:
Trying to figure out how to show my love for you:
Me being spontaneous:
Retaining my anger:
Finding the strength from you to stand above my fears:
Me missing you:
You reading this:
You crashing my fees:
You not wanting to deal with me:
Me trying to rub fluffy FrUK in your face:
My feels making you feel awkward:
TIRED OF YOUR s**t:
You enjoying my pain:
When someone is on your last nerve:
You being edgy:
When you find Micah's porn:
You not wanting to go to a family gathering:
You searching for a ******** to give:
When you ******** the bitches:
You avoiding my feels room:
You having to leave the band:
When you're ill:
When you are excited for a concert:
When you make me mad:
Us playing tricks on others:
Me wanting something from you:
Us playing:
Me without you:
When I watch a cute Hetalia episode:
Me being charming (again):
Us getting ready to party when Human Portrait takes off:
When you truly, and undoubtedly inspire me to keep fighting harder:

And, I conclude.

[Mr Rook]

VaguelyFamous

And, I conclude.

I am aware, on a higher level than most of my peers that I am indeed a rather insensitive person. It is very unusual that I should show my emotions and, in fact, is a very difficult thing for me to do. I find no need to be reminded that I am loved; I know when someone speaks with integrity and that is all I need. However, I cannot speak for everybody; you included. Being that you are more expressive with your emotions you need to be told that you are appreciated and I have been negligent of this fact. So here you are:

In all honesty, you annoy the s**t out of me with many of the things that you do but I would never trade you for another sister. I can do that with Micah, and believe me I have, but never shall I do this to you. My God this is painful, I do indeed love you and though I expect you to know it I'm saying it anyway. You have so much personality, annoying personality...sometimes, but a personality no less. I thank God everyday that I have a sister crafted in my image; not as forceful but still as charming. Yes, I am charming and I hate it; some people won't leave me alone. I can go through life and meet many more Larissa's, Matt's, Kendra's, Kenny's, and Austin's but I will never meet another Taylor and I never wish to. Remember that; I expect you to and don't have outward feels. And don't ever bring it up.

We be siblings for life, ******** with all the bitches.

[Mr Rook]

VaguelyFamous

And, I conclude.

Me:
You:
Micah:
Me and Micah:

Me:
You:
Micah:
You and Micah with the Family:

Me:
You:
Micah:
You and Micah:

Me:
You:
Micah:
Me and You:

Me:
You:
Micah:

Me:
You:
Micah:

[Mr Rook]

VaguelyFamous

And, I conclude.

Here is some original stuff I found that is actually pretty interesting to look at.

Bob's Burgers:
Daniel:

Original Russia:
Original Greece:
Original China:

Concept Art for My Little Pony:

Shrek Concept Art:

Tulio Concept Art: (sorry, can't find Miguel)

Hiccup Original and Evolution:

Wreck it Ralph Concept Art:

Original Spongebob:

Original Simpsons:

Link to the Past Concept Art:

[Mr Rook]

VaguelyFamous

Rutzh Scorpio

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Rutzh Scorpio

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Rutzh Scorpio

Anyone have any creepypasta stories? I haven't a clue why but I want to read some of them, particularly original ones.

A jap, a crout, and a whop are on an island. Then the whop goes out and plays in the water, so, the jap turns to the cout and says, "I so hungry..." And then the crout says, "Yeah... Me too... But ve vran out of food two dayz ago... All ve have been eating iz nazty-azz fish... *sigh*"

Then the jap looks at the whop acting like a jackass out in the water.

"You no... We courd it that Itarian." At the very sound of this idea the crout turns to the jap, with much disgust in his voice: "Vhat?! But, I vas kidding about zhe food zhing, our food zupply iz great! Ve are NOT going to eatz my lizle brozher at zhat iz zhat!"

"Shutup, and ret's srice that b*****d!

THE END.

They cut Valentino open and he screams bloody murder.
"What the Hell are you-a doing! I can see the foo basket right over there!"

So... Ronrey...

They ate all of him. ALL OF HIM, I SAY!

No, no, no, it was Italy all right... He was with Germany, and Italy was getting all pissed about Germany's constant desire to be cuddled by him. Anyway, I was walking in Walmart with Link (from Zelda) and Italy just randomly shanked Link in the bely. Link fell to the ground, but was still faintly smiling when he whimpered, "Ha, ha... Italy... You're funny... But, we don't play tag with shanks carved from two pencils and some gum *gasp* I-I think you pierced my lung!"
Then Italy began talking all sweet like: "Oh, yeah... I-a sorry... let me-a look at the damage, yes?" So Link showed him, and Italy, out of nowhere, kneed Link in the balls, light up a cigarette, and burned it onto Link's forehead before Link passed out. Then Germany came in waltzing like an idiot, asking "Italy, do you zhink zhis pair of cargo pantz make my azz look like zhe back of Rosie O'Donalds neck?" Italy gave him a filthier look then Paris Hilton's v****a does to soap.
"I don't-a give a ********, Germany, just-a buy a pair of shorts and let's-a get the Hell outta 'ere, I-a hate Walmart..." Germany looked offended by the comment, then softly stated, "You know Italy," he edged closer to him, caressed his silky, brown hair passed his ear and whispered, "Zhe media haz it ALL vrong..." Then he squeezed him with his gorilla strength and sqeed, "I'm zhe cuddler! I love you, little brozher! Ich liebe dich, ha, ha!"
Link managed to prop himself up using a near by plunger. Throwing up a bit, he choked out, "Yeah... Germany *gasp* loves he little bro... now somebody call for help, I can taste pennies in my mouth..." Collapsing on the floor brought Link the attention of America and Canada, who were throwing unnecessary bags of Doritos in England's cart.
At the sight of a fallen friend, America proudly shouted "Ha, ha, my dear hillbilly elf! Your friend America is here to save you, for I am the her- whoa, ******** that, Imma hang with my bro, Canada, right, Matty?" Canada had a indifferent hand on his protruding hip. "******** you America, I LOVE YOU!"
"I love you to, bro! Ha, ha, yo dady-o?"
England talk passed the mountain of fat-making Doritos. "Yes, baby? What do you need?" Canada brushed past the Italy/Germany mosh-pit and faced his dad to explain.
"Italy's on his man period and decided he was gonna be a huge d**k and stab Link in his gut, call a vet or something." Link hissed, "******** you Canada."
"Only on the weekends." Over hearing the conversation between his family, France walked into aisle to see a bloody Link barely standing. "Oh, my cheire, Link! Let mama France fix vous all up, wee?"
Link's eyes shrunk from adamant fear; France would crush his wind-pipe with love, he wanted to live! He quickly rambled while being hoisted up by the hairy Frenchmen: "No, no France, that's alrigh- OH YOU ******** HAIRY-a** MOTHER ******** CHEESE EATING SURRENDER-MONKEY, YOU MADE ME PUKE BLOOD UP!! OH, SWEET GODDESSES, THIS HURTS! YOU ******** IDIOT!"
France turned to England and gave him a kiss good-bye, saying, "I'll be home in time for dinner, yes? Je T'amie, my cherie. I'm taking Link to the emergency room to get a boo-boo be-gone."
England cooed almost dream-like, "Okay, Je T'amie, I'll see you then, my love. I'll look after the kids while you're out." Canada raised a annoyed brow.
"Damn, dad, you act like we're complete idiots." America agreed. "Yeah, I only got my d**k stuck in your car's muffler once! And, I also managed to get it out by raping your SUV so there, I bid you good day!"
And they ran off into the toy department and England shrugged and pushed his cart onwards. Italy was still struggling to get away from his brute of a brother when I noticed that I had dropped my eggs amongst chaos and walk away to get a new carton. The end.

A continuation is a must and I shall write it!

England's twins were running circles in the toy department engaged in a game of canon p***s, which is just putting the biggest object you can find on you crotch and running at the enemy while throwing things as if they were projectiles from the canon. America, more brutish and twice as intelligent than his older twin, was able to succeed in victory time and time again. This game was no exception.
"Dammit, America, you lumbering fat a**!" Canada said pulling himself off the ground.
"Sorry, bro-"
"I hate your face."
"Oh, okay...so what do you want to do know?"
"I don't know...let's go get arrested for sexually harassing the strawberries."
"Okay."
America gave his brother a half-witted look which was replied only with a shrug. Ignoring his better judgement America decided to join Canada in groping the ripest of nature's selection. They trotted along the Wal-Mart, have aware of the people around them. Had they been more aware they would have noticed their uncle Prussia really giving it to a pair of flip-flops and the janitor's keys.
Meanwhile, England caught sight of his best friend, Murphy Pendleton, who walked into the store like it wasn't going to be able to handle him right now.
"Murphy! Hello, Murphy!"
"Oh, hello Arthur," Murphy was one of the few that called England by his real name. The only other was Ireland, which was England's elder brother; he called him Artie.
"What are you doing here?"
"I have to let the dogs out."
"You have to use the-"
"No, I have to let James, Walter and Henry out of the car before the go ape s**t. The last time I left them in the car for too long they played a game of tag with two pencils and some gum."
"Who does that?"
"I don't know but I wish that it never happened."
"I suppose I'm lucky then."
"Why is that?"
"Oh, because my sons are very well behaved young men, they are. I should not be expecting a bad note on their part...except for Matthew..."
"Well, at least Travis is well behaved. I thank God for everyday I don't have to scrap him off something."
Spyro, the little purple b*****d, came trotting up to the two men, apparently in search of something that he was to keen on finding. "Hey you guys, have you seen Link anywhere?"
"Hm...I think my husband took him to the emergency room.." England replied.
"Shut up, Eyebrows, you are a dumb b***h. You, Murph-n-Turf, have you seen Link anywhere?"
"No."
"Son of a b***h. Well, I have to go find him. France was hit by a train, by which I mean James Sunderland, and now Link's little brothers are playing operation on him somewhere and I have to find them before they cut him open and I'm not there to watch." Spyro flew away.
Germany was still hugging the life out of his little brother, who was reaching for anything he could use to stick into the brute's heart.
"Nein, Italy, you can't escape my love!"
"I hope my love gives a heart attack and you die!"
This yelling had caught the attention of Austria, Italy's father and the man Germany would like to believe was his father. His actual father was now eating the flip-flops that he wooed. "What are you boys doing?"
"Papa, Germany's trying to crush me with his love!"
"Sounds like my brother...Not your Uncle Prussia, your Uncle France. I laughed when Sunderthigh's ran his a** over. Now, Germany, put you brother down; you know that he doesn't like to be held."
"Ja, sorry Italy."
"Uuughhhuu!"
Toon Link and Young Link were busy cutting Link open with a play-dough knife and a lamp shade in the baby department that no one used. The youngest brother, Toon Link, was happily poking away at Link's exposed rib cage while the middle child watched.
"You guys are sure you know what you are doing?"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Toon Link said before sneezing into his hands. "Young Link, I'm bored. Let's go do something else."
"Okay!" And they left him there.
"Wait...you guys coming back?"
"I don't know...you know what, France loves you with all his tender, artery-clogging love. I'll go get France."
"No no! That's okay-"
"Shut up, you have no rights in this country."
The brother's mistook France for Walter Sullivan and sent him Link's way.
"So...Am I supposed to have sex with this dead body?"
"NO! You know what, call Luigi! He will know what to do with-"
"Walter, what are you doing?" Henry yelled.
"I'zz gonna have sex with this dead body."
"That's not a dead body, that's a mannequin and no you're not. It's s**t like this that make's Murphy mad and you know what happened the last time-"
"Guys, I really need-"
"That's rude, butthole. Anyway, you know what happened."
"Yeah..."
"Come on then, let's go."
Walter and Henry left Link there in the middle of the baby department, just looking up at the ceiling and wishing he was somewhere else. Meanwhile, in the affairs of Canada and America, they were caught for sexually harassing the fruit and were sent to their father.
"What did you boys do?"
"Well..."
"Canada was groping the strawberries."
"If they don't want to be touched maybe they shouldn't wear their seeds on thee outside!"
"Dammit you two..."

[VaguelyFamous]

Bonjour, ma Cherie! I bet you think yourself cool for that awful post? You black bush.

Anyways, I am ecstatic to announce my personal evaluation was a major success! Thus my delighted return to randomly, as well as idiotically, post moronic variations of Internet gifs, memes, and lack of intellect has finally risen from the hollow depths of exams, and I am here to please and entertain. Do inform the bitches of my triumphed domination over the swinish testing: tell them that I- *insert sexy name here* - have finally rejoined the Shits 'n Giggles Army. Perhaps I am damned; damned by my compulsive craving for more hearty laughter- perhaps I am just mad. Or, constipated. More so constipated. And, possibly strung out. Back on subject, the time has come to once again orchestrate a wonderful story via lowbrow gifs/pictures and vulgar usage of the English language. SLAP MY TITTY LET'S GET THIS STARTED.

So, mom and Micah are being their annoying and nagging selves out in the living room while I am becoming more and more distort by all the chaos. You on the other hand have yet to break a sweat over the ordeal. Being unable to cope with stress well I decide to distract myself with adorable and fluffy searches of Medic : upon searching, I have a major fangirl meltdown , and you just want to have a normal day with me. Suddenly, Micah (ever so rudely ) burst through our bedroom door all wild-eyed, and full of excitement from having found a new thing to kill with hi s excessive laughing. Now, this throws into a tizzy , and you lash out violently with words of loathing. Despite your skirmish with our dunce of a brother , I am still lost in Medic , and cannot fathom the initiative to pull myself back to reality. Being now attentive of me, you two cease your fighting , and ask me why I am grinning like a mad man. I hastily hold fast to my phone; fearing Micah might find our new interest "attractive" like with England or the Ponies. You then proceed to drive him from our room leaving it quiet and peaceful. Soon, my phone begins to act slow so I give it a rest so I can think about things. However, first I must show you my downloads of Medic that I found during my magical search!

And, it is your turn!

[Mr Rook]

VaguelyFamous

And, it is your turn!

Well now, quite a wordy presentation you have presented. You-----& appauled and frightened of the infamous gif. This is you and this is me impersonating you when you have feels. This is what your feels are like to you and this is what it looks like to me This is you conquering your feels and me when you do because you are having feels about feels but where able to overcome those feels...in your own way. I suppose. Whatever, YOLO

This is what happens when we have to spend time with the family , our faces as you can imagine because THIS is all our family does and this is my GIVE A s**t face when Mom is trying to force me to go . It's okay, I can handle this . And this is what happens when I do protest . This is you watching me protest When I don't have do go; instant gratification This is you when you have to go without me and then this and this . This is you when you finally get with the family you entertain yourself but then creep yourself out . You just want to hang with me like a couple of wieners This is me to the idea and this is us when you get home . My secret excitement but me playing it cool . However, that was a time lapse and I am still waiting for you to get home This is you eating the food at their house and this is me entertaining myself Me when you finally get home me running past Micah and this is you when you see me and this . We do this and I'm like this . And there was much rejoicing so because you decided to greet me in French.

By the way, this is what it looks like if you leave Micah in the car