Yo, Car, we need t'do dat again!

But no mistletoe. Dat sucked.

[under the writing, the following is drawn over several minutes (except fo r the credits)]


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Woot! Ankle's healed an' the damn skates fin'lly came off!

Yo, anyone find a skateboard?

An', uh, Car. When y'wanna go on our date?

[[the small words are written really close together and tiny, but still legible. Comprehensible? YMMV XD]]

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.

Yo man, I ain't got the writin' bug again, but I ain't readin' nothin' til it goes away fer good.

Just warnin' ya.

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

Hell yes, no more big fancy confusin' words!

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.

Dude!

I can jump over shit! Like, buildings!

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!