[ Blehhh, great, now he feels ill. Let him just... slide himself over to the trash and dump the pie there, just gonna. Not finish that, nope, and he opens his mouth to ask who even brought that thing when...
Nothing comes out. What. In a moment of panic, he drops the plate and fork into the trash as well, hands simply releasing them as they instead fly to his throat.
He tries speaking a few more times. Still nothing.
Oh no. Oh no! Not again! Not this again! Yet even worse somehow! Why?! Anyway, here's Bruno over by the bin, seemingly beginning to freak out. Help? ]
lmao welp this is ota now
Nothing comes out. What. In a moment of panic, he drops the plate and fork into the trash as well, hands simply releasing them as they instead fly to his throat.
He tries speaking a few more times. Still nothing.
Oh no. Oh no! Not again! Not this again! Yet even worse somehow! Why?! Anyway, here's Bruno over by the bin, seemingly beginning to freak out. Help? ]