“Don’t hurt me!”
Praying to Jesus there aren’t any spiders In the bush he’s hiding In.
“Oh, oh. Is it money that you want? Cause, my dad's got money! Lots of it, I mean, not really but he can get some!”
“Friend?!”
Eyes widen before a high pitched scream belched out of his mouth, body would follow suit and duck Into a bush.
“WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU FLOATING?!”