You Killed My Chicken.
You killed my chicken.
Your digital chicken. It’s a game Heather.
You killed my chicken. And didn’t apologize.
It wasn’t on purpose.
You didn’t apologize.
It’s not a real chicken.
You didn’t apologize.
I’m not apologizing for killing a fake chicken in a fake world. It’s not real babe. It’s just a game, please stop acting crazy.
Don’t call me babe when you don’t care about my feelings. You killed my pet in the game and didn’t say sorry. Even when I’ve expressed it so openly that this matters to me.
It shouldn’t! That’s the whole point. This should not be a big deal it’s pixels on a screen!
You’re being disrespectful.
You’re being insane! Get over the bloody chicken!
I’m done.
Thank god.
With us. With this. You don’t take anything that I care about seriously. You’re so above it all.
You’re breaking up with me over a stupid fucking chicken?!?
I’m breaking up with you because you’re mean. If you killed it and said you were sorry, everything would be fine. You choose to act like a dickhead over so many little things like this and I’m tired of it. You try to convince me not to care about something instead of caring about it with me.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
This isn’t the first time you’ve done this. Remember the cat puzzle?
Oh how could I forget the stupid cat puzzle.
Even now you get so incredibly upset whenever I’m upset about something. You try to shut me down before I can express I’m unhappy. According to you, I’m not unhappy, I’m just crazy for no reason!
You said it, not me.
Oh, goodbye Dereck. Goodbye.
This won’t bring the chicken back! You’re such an idiot.
Right.
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