freaky cosmo

*we go to the window and peek outside*

*the twisted is gone, but there's a few other twisted around the house*

What do we do? We can't fight all of them...

Cosmo:hey sprout do you have anymore alcohol left?~

Cosmo.. STOP DRINKING THE RUBBING ALCOHOL-

But it's soooooo good~

*im Noah, a 6'2 tall male that has a remington 870 firearm strapped on my back. I was discovered down on a floor a few years ago. Im in My room, that i made myself, and looking at pictures of gardenview, until i hear cosmo ask that question to sprout. I move my head closer to the wall, and eavesdrop*