Mean mom

*pounds on surgical doors* YOU CAN'T DO THIS! *security drags her back*

a few minutes later the little kid that was I. surgery with me gets wheeled to the coveryroom

*bursts through recovery room doors* Where is my child?! *sees boy* WRONG ONE!

the nurse tells me to go on a stretcher

*pushes the nurse aside* He doesn't need that. He's perfectly fine. *tight grip on your wrist* We're going home.

I'm a girl called poppy

no I hate you I hate hot sauce I hate life

*coldly stares, expression unwavering* Then you will hate it even more when you are forced to eat it. *waiter returns with hot sauce, placing it on the table* Open your mouth.

I'm leaving

*orders food* Eat this dog food

does it have beeg

Yes, it has to be a big piece of meat.

*eats it*

ermm.acually it was kinda 👍 good

*a waiter comes in*

WHAT DO YOU WANT?!

Waiter: I want you to get out of this restaurant.