My Chick Bad, Spit It Out, Going Down
this is for Bails!
Quinn was lounging around on her bed in the Berry's guest room, snacking on some food she'd just picked up from McDonald's. She dipped the fries into her no-salt ketchup, spinning them around and drawing little pictures in the delicious red condiment.
"This little frie went to Quinn's mouth, " She gobbled it whole, "fis itle fy 'ent home . . . " *swallow* "... to my mouth."
Quinn kept on with her jingle, until suddenly she reached into the container and let out a strangled gasp. All the fries were gone!
Quinn looked down at her tummy.
"Bad tummy!" She scolded the organ at fault with a wagging finger. Oh well, she still had her chick' nuggets, yay!
She slowly opened the container thingy, taking a whiff of the nuggets. Rawr! Quinn grabbed one and stuffed it in her mouth, pretending she was a dinosaur.
*cough* *choke*
Quinn spat the chicken out. It tasted horrible! She ran into her bathroom to and brushed her teeth, trying to erase the nasty taste in her mouth.
Just as she spit out the last of the toothpaste, she heard the front door closing, signaling Rachel's arrival home.
Quinn had an idea. Since her chicken had been unedible, she was going to go to a source that was never anything but scrumptious.
"Rach!" Quinn yelled out, dashing toward the stairs in a hurry.