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Based off a drawing on my besties fridge.
Two yellow blob-like creatures, Biscuit and Cracker, are very gay for each other.
"Come on guys, we need to get our story straight before we go out there and make a fool of ourselves!" yells Cracker.
"I second that motion!" yells Biscuit. Cracker jumped down from their box and started and started to retry the scene.
"Let's go with this, it'll be funnier."
"Better not screw it up, guys!" yells Cracker.
"I won't. We'll make you look good, and I'll make the audience laugh! You can trust me!"
"Yeah, I know, it'll be great!" Biscuit comforts Cracker, not that Biscuit needs it as self sufficient as they are, but just because they like to be next to each other.
"Let's roll the tape!"
The two of them go into a large white room and sit in front of a large, silver, circular machine.
"Okay, hit it, guys!"
"Should we run it by Mr. Demar?" Biscuit cuts in.
"Nah, we don't need to bother him. Let's just do it," says Cracker.
Cracker and Biscuit hit the large silver button in front of them. The scene they created plays out, and the audience laughs at their dialog. The show starts to end and they close up their act. They flick off the machine and look at each other in silence for a moment.
"So... Wanna go watch a movie?" asks Cracker.
"Sure," Biscuit says.
They get up and walk out of the theater in silence. They walk along the sidewalk together, side by side, until they get to the front of the theater.
"One theater to another, ay?" Cracker says trying to lighten the mood. Biscuit had been talking about leaving the show business for a while, but Cracker couldn't do it alone and they didn't have much else if it fell apart.
Biscuit hums in agreement and walks into the red themed theater. It's a bit too bright for his tastes, but he knows Cracker likes it. Cracker looks up that the screens to read what movies are coming up.
"How about the new Black Panther movie?" Cracker chirps to Biscuit.
"Yeah, that sounds good. I'll see it with you," says Biscuit.
"I'll see it alone," says Cracker.
"Why?" Biscuit asks. Cracker makes a mock angry face at Biscuit and Biscuit thinks back to what he had done to make Cracker moderately upset.
"Hmm... is this because of the joke I made about your mother during the movie recording?" asks Biscuit.
"Maybe," Cracker says.
"Oh, that's not it, is it?" Biscuit asks.
"Okay, maybe it was. You never apologized for it either. I'm gonna watch Black Panther without you unless you give me a real good apology," Cracker stares at Biscuit, awaiting his response.
"Fine, I'm sorry," Cracker says, raising his hands defensively. "I'm sorry."
"Good," Biscuit says.
"So now we can watch Black Panther together."
"Yay."
After Cracker cried his eyes out watching Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, Biscuit ordered some Olive Garden from a friend that works there and ubered home (the skate park) and slept on a bench together.