![]() Maybe if I based them off real people, do some "life cooking" - nonfiction flapjacks! Let's go griddle up portraits of the entire kingdom! Got to get my supplies together. Fionna: Sorry, Cake, but these just look like formless blobs of sweet flapjack to me. ![]() This.one? Cake: Fionna, this character doesn't serve any thematic purpose until much later in the meal. Now try starting with the dockworker having a moral crisis. Darlin', don't you see the brilliant comedy laid out before you? You wouldn't eat Act II before Act I, silly. Cake: Roar! Ha ha! Cooking is fun! Here come the flapjacks! Fionna: Know what's better than cooking? Cake: No! Fionna: Wha?! Cake: These are narrative flapjacks. Fionna: You're a real ace in the kitchen. Ice King: Ooh! My custom tape! Remix! "Sunlight gleamed through the window as Fionna sat patiently at the breakfast table." Ĭake: Hah! Check out my sweet flippin' moves. what'd ya think? Gunther: Wenk! Ice King: Great critique! Gunther: Wenk. ![]() Transcript Ice King: Get back here, worm! What?! The last chapter of "Cosmic Kissing"? My stirring lyrical interlude from " Fionna Goes to the Market"? The epilogue from " Flame Prince Breaks a Sweat"?! Who gave you permission to edit my fan fiction?! Prepare to be punished! But first.
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