notes - Written for daMouse. Clarity by Amet A Foamy fanfiction "You know what I hate?" Foamy snapped, startling Pilz-E as the little squirrel jerked himself away from where he'd been busy watching little granules of cane sugar he'd nicked off their last visit to Starshmucks dissolve into his coffee. "Like, when the people don't wanna listen to what you have to say so they get all pro-verb-i-al on you like all 'what came first, the chicken or the egg' and it's supposed to tip you off to the fact that you're rambling questions all nonsensical-incomprehensible like, when they should be all rhetorical as if you hadn't noticed on your own be-cause you're on the blue pills that morning and they afford a sense of claaaaarity?" he replied, then paused, dipping a finger into the melty-sugar goo still floating in his coffee, singing to himself as it burned a little. "Claaaaarity. Which comes from theeeeerapy." "Uh... yeah." Foamy inched his seat a little farther down the table. "Also, jackasses who whine about 'human rights violations' every time there's some exposé on Uzbukistan on 30/30. You need to lay off the blue pills, man, or I'm ditching you for The Hatter." return to splash page