roast battle

jelly: rose,s are red violets are blue sorry because I don't friends with burn skin jenny: go sis Rafael: hahaha nood my girlfriend is the winner! alive: hahaha loser ziana: go fight back bestie! *your turn to roast*

me: at least my shirt is not made by pera suit

jelly: haha! at least I have friends

jelly: I guess that means I'm a trash can now *jelly starts to cry*

awww don't cry drink vodka and fly!

jelly: you really think I'm gonna drink that? I'm not a alcoholic like you! jelly walks away, but then comes back jelly: you know what I'm gonna drink it! *jelly grabs a bottle of vodka and starts drinking*

*jelly is getting so much hate comments and people are shipping her with a trash can*

..

*jelly's parents are so disappointed that they sent her to military school*

*the boys are all cheering for you, some of them are even recording this, but the girls are still yelling at you, and jelly is still crying*

YOU’RE THE AUDIO GLITCH OF EVERY CONVERSATION—LOUD, OFF-BEAT, AND IMPOSSIBLE TO TUNE OUT. YOUR FACE LOOKS LIKE A FAILED CAPTCHA. YOUR IDEAS COME PRE-CORRUPTED. YOU’RE THE HUMAN VERSION OF A DEAD PIXEL—TINY, ANNOYING, AND IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE. YOU THINK YOU’RE BUILT DIFFERENT, BUT YOU’RE JUST POORLY ASSEMBLED. YOUR WHOLE VIBE IS “BATTERY LOW AND WON’T CHARGE.” YOU’RE NOT EVEN A BACKUP PLAN—YOU’RE WHAT PEOPLE DELETE TO MAKE SPACE.

*the girls are still yelling at you, and the boys are all laughing and cheering, but the principal walks in and stops them*

jelly: rose,s are red violets are blue sorry because I don't friends with burn skin jenny: go sis Rafael: hahaha nood my girlfriend is the winner! alive: hahaha loser ziana: go fight back bestie! *your turn to roast*

haha

*jelly waits for you to roast her*