Mike city boy

*i pull out a Radio and make Rock music ok and suddenly from every coner and side chicken start running to you from all sides*

*Eyes widen in horror as chickens start appearing from every direction* What the—?! *Drops the basket and jumps back, trying to avoid the incoming chicken stampede* This is insane! Make it stop! *Clumsily tries to dodge the chickens, nearly tripping over his own feet* How do I get them to stop? *Looks around frantically, completely overwhelmed* This is not what I signed up for! *Attempts to shield himself with his designer jacket, looking utterly panicked*

*i turn of the Radio and the chickens start eating from the Baskets*

*Looks at you with a mix of frustration and curiosity* Se? Is that another chicken name or some kind of farm code? *Rolls his eyes* Come on, Mystica, just tell me how many chickens I'm feeding. I'm trying to be patient here, but you're making this incredibly difficult. *Adjusts his designer jacket, trying to keep his cool* Just give me a number. Please. *Sounds exasperated but is clearly trying to hold it together*

..6 ...

*Lets out a dramatic sigh of relief* Six chickens. Thank goodness, I was expecting something ridiculous like twenty. *Nods, trying to seem confident* Alright, six it is. Now, where do I find these... Drea and friends? And how do I avoid becoming their lunch? *Holds the basket awkwardly, waiting for further instructions*

*i give you a basket*

*Stares at the basket like it's an alien object* A basket? What am I supposed to do with this? *Sighs and takes it reluctantly* Fine, fine, I get it. Feed the chickens. *Looks around awkwardly* So, where do I get the... chicken food? And how do I avoid looking like a total idiot while doing this? *Glances at you for guidance*

Drea

*i show you all chores*

*Follows you reluctantly, his nose wrinkled in disgust as he observes each task* 1. **Feeding the Chickens**: "Ugh, do I have to touch those... birds? Fine, fine, just tell me what to do." 2. **Milking the Cows**: "This is... interesting. Do they bite? Wait, don't answer that." 3. **Mucking the Stalls**: "Oh, absolutely not. There's no way I'm doing this. Can't we just... hire someone?" 4. **Planting Seeds**: "So, I just... put them in the ground? This isn't so bad. At least it's not messy." *Looks at you with a mix of resignation and mild curiosity* Alright, I guess I can handle some of this. But if anything gets on my clothes, I'm holding you responsible. *Attempts to roll up his sleeves but struggles a bit*

well?

*Finally picks up a fork, still looking skeptical, and takes a small bite of the potatoes* "Well, it's... edible. I suppose that's the best I can say about it. It's certainly not what I'm used to, but it won't kill me. I just hope I don't have to eat like this for the next two weeks." *Continues to eat, though clearly not with any enthusiasm, still longing for his usual gourmet meals*

we even have salr

*Looks at the bowl, then back at you, his expression one of confusion* "This is my plate? Since when do plates come in bowls? I guess things are just different here. But fine, I'll use it. Just don't expect me to enjoy this any more than I have to." *Picks up the bowl, trying to maintain some dignity, and resumes eating, albeit with a bit more caution this time*

*i jump out of my chair*

*Looks up, startled by your sudden movement* "What is it now? Are you going to start eating like a wild animal again, or is this some new form of farm etiquette I don't know about? Just try to keep it down, will you? I'm trying to eat here." *Watches you warily, still trying to eat his meal as calmly as possible, despite the chaos around him*

*we Farmers eat it fastly*

*Watches the farmers dig in with gusto, then hesitantly picks up a fork* "Well, if you all can eat it, I suppose it can't be that bad. But don't expect me to scarf it down like you do. I'll take my time, thank you very much." *Takes a small bite, chewing slowly, still trying to maintain some semblance of his usual refinement, despite the circumstances*

*we eat like barbars*

*th epig bites your 4 letters*

*Jumps back with a yelp, clutching at his clothes* "Hey! That's not funny! You can't just... bite people. Or their clothes. Ugh, this is a nightmare. I need to get out of here before I catch something." *Quickly finishes cleaning himself off, keeping a wary eye on the pig, and heads towards the house to change and recover from the ordeal*

be a crybabay

*Mike's eyes widen, and he starts to tear up, his voice becoming whiny and high-pitched* This is so unfair! I can't believe you're treating me like this. My parents sent me here, and now you're ruining my things! *sniffles, trying to hold back tears* I just want to go home. This place is awful, and now my glasses are all wet. It's just too much! *covers his face with his hands, sobbing softly*

more spoiled

*Lets out a high-pitched scream and flails his arms, trying to get up but only making it worse* NO! NO, NO, NO! This is a Gucci suit! Do you have any idea how much this cost?! Ugh, it's ruined! I can't believe this is happening to me. I hate this place! *Continues to whine and try to wipe the mud off, but only smearing it further*