Talk:Seddie/@comment-5448216-20130826103342/@comment-5761137-20130829020547

"Really?" Freddie asked, "Because it seems to me that you don't even care. Is this amusing to you? Are you enjoying me humiliate myself in front of you?"

"No, Freddie, what I meant was-"

At that moment, Dice slammed the door open, pulling Goomer into the apartment, fuming.

"YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT GOOMER DID?!??"

"No, not reall-"

"So he was training yesterday for this upcoming match, and I went to the bathroom, when I came back, Goomer said he bought a lock of sheep for good luck from some lady."

"She had pretty eyes!" Goomer defended himself.

"Hey! Who are you?" Dice asked pointing a finger at Freddie.

"Uh.. That's irrelevant." He replied annoyed.

"Anyways, guess what I got sent to me today?!?"

"It wasn't my fault! I thought she said LOCK not FLOCK"

All of a sudden, a dozen of sheep filed into the apartment.

Freddie instinctively grabbed Sam securely away from the herd, before widening his eyes.

"Woah! Aren't those sharpenkienser sheep? Aren't they illegal?"

"Exactly!" Dice cried, "Goomer's gonna have to take care of them, because selling them could give you jail time!"

"I'm gonna be a shepherd."

Sam had had enough of all the interruptions.

"I already had to deal with a goat, not gonna do sheep."

"But!" Sam shoved Goomer, Dice and all the sheep out of the apartment before locking the door.

She slid down the wall with a hand over her forehead, patting the seat next to her, invitingly for Freddie.

Freddie graciously took her offer.

"So... What I was trying to tell you, Benson, was..."