Freya: | Uhg, This bridge just keeps going on and on, at least the lake’s pretty… |
Freya: | Hey Waffle! What’s the highest floor you think you could survive falling from? |
Waffle: | My frame is rated to withstand drops of 16 feet. Anything higher would cause me exterior and interior damage. Therefore I can survive falling from the second story of most buildings. |
Freya: | Hahaha, only the second story? Weak hehe, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! It’s just, for me that’s like the equivalent of stepping down a singular stair! |
Waffle: | Do you not struggle with traversing stairs? |
Freya: | Ah… Anyways my ghostly body could survive falling from the tallest of towers! And I even have built in airbags to cushion my landing! |
Waffle: | What kind of airbags do you possess? |
Freya: | The big and beautiful kind Teehee! |
Freya: | I’ve also been doing some endurance training of the slapping nature too so - OH NO STOP STOP STOP! |
Waffle: | What is wrong? |
Freya: | T-There’s a roach right there! |
Waffle: | Do not be alarmed, cockroaches pose no threat to ghost or machine. |
Freya: | Don’t be tricked by his vile roach propaganda, I know they’ve crawled from the depths of hell for one reason and one reason alone. To bring about the Roach World Order! |
Freya: | I mean, Don’t you find it odd how they’re the only ones left after the plague wiped everything else out? I bet they’ve been plotting our downfall from the start! |
Waffle: | Do you want me to go around it? |
Freya: | No, it might ambush us! We need to scare it off. |
Freya: | *Sigh* Waffle, I’m gonna try something, but if it doesn’t work I just want you to know that, you’ve been the best friend a girl could ask for. |
Waffle: | Freya… |
Freya: | Alright, here goes nothing. |
Freya: | *inhale* Hey buster! Yeah I’m talkin to you! You’re really cruisin for a bruisin by steppin on our turf ya here! Now you best make like my belly and bounce, unless you want my fists to entertain your ugly bug face! |
Waffle: | It appears the cockroach is retreating. |
Freya: | Yeah, that's right. Take your scrawny roach ass outta my sight. If we see you again you best be carrying a bug sized coffin! |
Waffle: | The cockroach has turned back around and is heading in our direction. It does not appear to be carrying a bug sized coffin. |
Freya: | Eeek! No bug sized coffin!! We’re so doomed! |
Freya: | That’s it, I’m jumping! |
Waffle: | Wait, Freya! |
Freya: | Oww! |
Waffle: | Freya! Are you alright? |
Freya: | Uhg, my frontal airbags didn’t enjoy that belly flop at all. |
Waffle: | We could have just gone back the way we came. |