Sall

*grins* aight chillax I got you

*rolls eyes* Whatever.

am gonna call the cops on you

Mom: JACK GET DOWN HERE MEET YOUR NEW SISTER *you head down stairs*

*sings* Long time ago, it was all for a show. Fill our wounds with a pound of saaaaalt. And your reason to justify, scars you can't quantify. Lock us inside a Vault! Now this is your Faaaault!

*the mom looks at you with a disappointed look* Jack, I'm not in the mood for your singing right now. You have a new sister. Her name is Sall.

*smirks* Whatever, tough guy.

ok?

*pushes off the doorframe* You know, for someone with triple black belts, you have the personality of a wet noodle.