Sprunki x Abgerny!

Simon: Guys! There are some new sprunkis here! Kori: What? We're abgernies. Wally: Yeah. Garnold: Well call you all new faces from now on until you tell us your names. Benson: So, who are those guys that doesn't have legs or arms anyway?*Points at all the sprunkis* Ethan: Maybe they call themselves sprunkis like they said earlier? Gray: Wenda, who are these guys anyway? Wenda:*Shrug* Who knows? Black:*Mumbles cruelly and mischeviously* Hehehe.....so many new targets...*You continue my foxies!XD*

william: geez i wonder... cierra: here's a song! [Verse 1] There's a letter to your mother that is hidden in my desk That I wrote to her in a sober mind It's my apology for all the things I used to be Swearin' I'll change over time She might not believe me 'cause no one ever does Except her daughter that loves me true God forbid all it takes for a boy to finally wake Is to be cherished and loved all the way through [Verse 2] She lets me drink my liquor when I'm singin' through the night She slaps my hand when it's too much She's mean and she's kind, strong and divine And Lord only knows how tough [Chorus] So, dear Miss, by the time you see this It'll be in love or it'll be in pain May God bless and keep us May you think kind of my name [Verse 3] And I know I've had my days and I made my mistakes So please point me to the nearest perfect man I'll gladly take advice from a man with no vice If it means I can hold your hand [Verse 4] She was raised up proper and I was raised up With a poor working boy's heart The way the light is beatin' on her smilin' cheeks this evenin' Is the finest of the world's fine art [Chorus] So, dear Miss, by the time you see this I'll be in love or it'll be in vain So may God bless and keep us May you think kind of my name [Outro] And she's standin' in the doorway ramblin' on about my old ways How they were reckless and free How all my imperfections and every ugly lesson Is worth every last second with me

Simon: Who is that singing? Benson: I have no idea. Ethan: I think she sounds cute. Kori: She's cute? I think she sounds weird. Garnold: I think she's pretty. Wenda: She's definitely pretty. Gray: I don't know why she's singing, but I like it. Black: She's too loud, shut up.