"Chug. A. Lug." Said Little Goodrip in it's meek shudder of a voice.
Down the sickly hatchet the mysterious liquid went.
"Weeeeeeeee" Little Goodrip whispered as it felt the liquid punish it's colon.
"There. There. Have a pat" Little Goodrip patted where it anticipated it's spleen to be.
Little Goodrip gave it's winning smile.
Ear-to-eyebrow.
Very charming indeed.
Little Goodrip gurgled a little foam as it decided to take a little stroll. Just through the park that was located near the strange alleyway where that mysterious masked something gave it the:
'Happy Juice'.
"Taaaake a sssssswiiiig." The masked something said in a low, raspy tone.
"All your gastroenteritis nightmares will finally finish."
"Woo. Pee." Cried Little Goodrip in a small spasm.
"I've always wanted a chili farm."
"Yeeeeeeeeeeessssss" The masked something made somewhat a slither with it's tongue.
"Whaateveer floats your massssssive boat of dreamssss and rainbowssss"
This was Seven and a Quarter point five hours ago from the last time Little Goodrip sucked down the Happy Juice.
Little Goodrip gave another winning smile while chewing.
A pigeon.
That it found on the side of the park.
"Yummy. Yum. I do like. Turkey bacon."
Little Goodrip then got washed away by a sea of jaguars.
But that, Children.
