“yes. burn.”

Max and Mr. Rabbit stared sad at the firing pile.

A tiny little tear rolled down Max’s face.

“I will miss you, fake mustache…”

“And I will miss you, Dressie…”

“Wait, did you gave it a name?”

“Of course! She deserved it!”

“Ah, I should’ve given fake-mustache a name, too… he was such a good mustache (although I never used it TmT)”

“do not worry guys i can make new clothes for everyone”

“I SUDDENLY EXPERIENCE HAPPINESS AT FIRST HAND”

Now, can we PLEASE move on already? Do you guys have still something, even the slightest DUMBEST THING to do?

“nah i think we’re alright.” “Yeah.” “Yeah.”

Thanks. Now, AS I WAS SAYING.

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