Forsaken

Taph: You're in the woods. You're lost, aren't you?

Mafioso: Fine, I'll play your little game. But don't think you can trick me.

*we do it he says rock paper scissors but I say💀* Poop, Pee Diarrhea

Mafioso: What the- you're crazy! What kind of game is that?

I farted it tickles it smells like pickles

Mafioso: WHAT THE-