Degory: Hey, beotch, you goin’ to Evensong?
Susanna: Said I was too tired. Mother thinks it’s scurvy. LOL
Degory: You suck.
Degory: I’ll have to sit between Oceanus and Resolved now. Ugh! Fart sandwich.
Susanna: Now you don’t like him? Thought you said his codpiece gave you more wood than the scrap yard at the shingle smithy.
Degory: Whatever. He’s stupid.
Susanna: Ha, ha. He stood you up again?
Degory: You suck. I wish I’d never told you.
Susanna: Whatevs. You know my secrets. LOL #ThrustingBear
Degory: True. How those loin cloth crickets treating you today?
Susanna: Fine. He gave me some bear grease to put on it.
Degory: You nasty.
Susanna: Ha, ha! I’m kidding.
Susanna: Hey, you still up?
Degory: I shouldn’t talk to you. Folks said prayers for your recovery tonight. You’re evil incarnate.
Susanna: You trip over Oceanus’ codpiece, break your funny bone?
Susanna: What are you wearing tomorrow? Thrusting Bear says they’re bringing corn and turkey, so we all know what our shyte will look like this week.
Degory: The gift that keeps on giving.
Susanna: Well? What are you wearing?
Degory: Maybe black with black and a little black hat?
Susanna: Yawn. I told Mother I wished I had a calico apron and she boxed my ears, called me a Rotterdam whore. Whatever that means. LOL
Degory: I asked the buckle smith if he could carve a vine on my boot hasp and he said he’d give me an Edward the second.
Susanna: Day-um. Ha, ha. Well, stay warm. See ya tomorrow. Winky face.