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"Stop-!" Pretzel yelled, but was cut off by the explosion as the ceiling caved in. Spaghetti dragged Oyster through the chaos towards the courtyard.
After a few minutes, Pretzel stood in the debree as the sun set, before he heard a volley of footsteps coming from the hall.
Over the sea of rubble Oyster stood, still cloaked in pretzels clothes.
"BRUH WE STILL FUCKIN' AFTER THIS OR WHAT!?" Oyster cried over the floating dust.
"IT'S CALLED 'COITUS' AND YES!" Pretzel yelled back.
"WHAT ABOUT A WEEK FROM NOW?!?"
"THAT IS THE LORDS DAY! MAKE IT A WEEK AND A DAY ATLEAST!"
"K BRUH PEACE OUT"
Oyster made his way back to Spaghetti, flabberghasted.
"OYSTER WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ABOUT!?!"
"OY FUCK OFF BRUV I DO WHAT I WANT! YOU JUST JELLY YUH STUCK UP GAY PRICK, GO FIND SOMEONE ELSE GODDAMN!"
Black Pudding snickered. "Fuckin called it."