RDR2

Dutch: it's cold Hosea: if we don't get out here we'll all be dying Charles: my hands are freezing Javier: can someone make a fire to sit near it Abigail: sure and Jack why are you sitting there doing nothing John: Jack you okay Jack: yes I'm fine Arthur: davey died of the snow Micah: i know Cowpoke Lenny: any food Pearson: yup *gives Lenny food*

*I throw up but the cold weather turned it Into a ice block* hey anyone want a Pukesycle

*I'm sitting on a rock, by myself, and John notices that I'm looking at Jack*

John: *whispering to you* you like him don't you?

Bro he’s 4 what the hell