Extra # 4

ML: Take responsibility

Mirabelle: No. ︻デ═一

ML: Do it or else it sounds unfair. (⌐■_■)--︻╦╤─

Mirabelle: Fine. I will take you to jail as my responsibility. ̿ ̿̿'̿̿\̵͇̿̿\=(•̪●)=/̵͇̿̿/'̿̿ ̿ ̿

ML: Fine by me. I will kill the guards at your jail. (╯°□°)--︻╦╤─ - - -

Mirabelle: Also fine by me, I'll sue you. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)╭∩╮

ML: I'll burn down your house. ( ͡ಥ ͜ʖ ͡ಥ)

Mirabelle: You don't even know me!

Ml: You don't know me.

Mirabelle: Okay then! How about- *Points at author* Let this B*TCH take responsibility.

ML: Okay then. How?

Mirabelle: *smirks as she looks at the author's fainted body*

ML: Don't waste my time. Nevermind... I'm leaving. *Turns to walk away*

Mirabelle: *catches ML and grips his sleeve*

ML: Stop groping me.

Mirabelle: You look too disgusting for me to grope. Besides, how could I, Mirabelle, the madwoman, the Evil Queen ever touch a man with lowly standards? I was blessed by the holy gods!

ML: Ahem! You mean cursed...

Mirabelle: Mutant.

ML: I am leaving.

Mirabelle: Fine by me! Don't regret that you cannot beat up the author today!

ML: *pauses* She's the author?

Mirabelle: What? Did you realize just now? Tch...

ML: I thought she was a smarter person. *Stares at the author* she seems stupid.

Mirabelle: Exactly... if you want to take responsibility or any of that sort-

ML: I was told she was a heavenly god or something.

Mirabelle: The author?

ML: *nods*

Mirabelle: GOD?? She's uglier than satan! And yes, that's a lie. That narcissist has been spreading false rumors. The real author is a perverted, lovesick, two brains celled, crazy, and out of her mind.

ML: Okay... so how do you want to beat her up?

Mirabelle: Throw her to the government office!

ML: No take her to the police station.

Mirabelle: No, to a lawyer, she needs to accused of harassing me.

ML: No, that does not look enough. We need to feed her to the dogs.

Mirabelle: ⊙︿⊙ *stares at the ML with a new light* I think you're not normal either.

ML: *smirks* Neither were you.

Mirabelle: ...

ML: *Yawns* *Takes out his cellphone*

ML: Assistant, time to take on plan B, to destroy the world. *smirks*

Mirabelle: *staggers to the floor* ⊙︿⊙

Mirabelle: Vodka! Vodka!