“Are you lemon raping me?” David asked.
John scoffed at his comment.
“You’d like that wouldn't you?” David asked.
“Ha. Why do you seem so lemon squeezed? Did Barry steal your cheese lettuce and tomato sandwich?” He asked while running his fingers down her strawberry cheese cake.
“If she did-it's none of your God damn business,” John barked.
“You're right its not, but it might be Barry’s don't you think?” He wiggled his blamange at his question.
“What are you talking about?” John asked annoyed.
“I'm just baking. You tend to steal lemons you don't have,” he mumbled whilst licking a chocolate shortbread stick he found in the washing machine.
John tightened the spoons that were wrapped around his lemons. When lemon juice was released, his grip grew tighter.
“THERES STILL NOT ENOUGH FOR PANCAKES” Barry raged.
He started to realise that he had way to many pancakes and would need to go to the shop for more lemons
“Barry. You can stop squeezing lemons, it's not going to do anything,” David called behind them.
“David, its always nice to see you,” Barry screeched.
“I wish I could say the same about turtles,” John murmured.
“I'm out of here,” Dorald the fourth groaned.
“Hank the turnip slayer is at our place, so as a favor can you please watch over his flock of winged ice creams?” Barry asked.
“I don't know if thats a good idea Barry,” David Sneezed.
“Suck my turnip when the moon is red” Barry barked.
“I made these pancakes, now wheres my lemon squeezer” Timmy the sandwich crafter answered.