Anyone says anythin' bout th'flowers? Y'dead.

Man, dese people are gettin' annoyin'. I don't need no singin' when I'm in the shower, 'less I'm singin'.

NOT THAT I DO DAT OR NUTHIN'!

[writing is kind of off-kilter]

Uh...

Help.

YO SPHERE!

Anyone need toast? We got frickin' tons, man. Vlad's visor thingie's poppin' it out ev'rytime he drinks anythin'!

We ain't goin' hungry for a while, man.

SIX WEEKS?!?!?!?!

I gotta wait six weeks f'my ankle t'heal?

Man, dis sucks. Dey didn't tell me dat when I got all crutch'd-an'-cast up.

I'm a dumbass. Sprained m'ankle fightin' off the desks wit Cara.

Okay, getting drunk sucks, man. I still can't look at da light an' not get a headache.

Yo, uh...Cara. Sorry fer bein' a idiot. I'll make it up t'ya, promise, yo.

[have a nice big coffee stain, Sphereians. Skulls tried some of Vlad's latest blend and totally spilled the whole cup on his journal]

Whoops. Sorry, yo.

BWAAAAAH!

Dude, never go down dat eley-vader. I did, just t'see where I went an' now I'm stuck in dis creepy...waxy...people-y place! I can't find th' damn exit!

Help!

Yo man! Why da hell are there chess pieces fallin' from da sky? What kinda trippy weather you people got here?