Anyways, yeah I think this is how they would meet up again. This time with their best Bunny & Hare pals ^^” Oh and if you’re wondering why Jack and Judy knew each other, this my other head canon about them: here . Basically he was an exchange student in Judy’s high school and was also her friend.
I feel like there’s story more to this comic. maybe another chapter? I don’t know. if you have ideas for the next chapter feel free to share em with me.
In case you missed this magic moment during Mark’s LiveStream
Mark: My brother made me prank call 9-1-1 when I was a very young kid.
Ethan: That’s horrible. *laughs*
Mark: Yeah it was horrible for me because like, he was just like, I was like, what, SIX maybe, at the time.
Ethan: How old was he?
Mark: He would have been EIGHT, so he wasn’t much older, but he knew what 9-1-1 was and it was only for emergencies only. So he was like, “Hey, hey Mark if you dial 9-1-1 something cool will happen”, or something like that and so I do it. I call and there’s some angry voice. “9-1-1 WHAT’S YOUR EMERGENCY?” and I’m like, “UH… *click*”
Mark: And they call back! Like, if you get a hang-up they call back cause they’re like, ‘oh maybe they’re having a heart attack’, and they call back and I’m like, “I’m sorry… It was an accident…” And then like this very gruff voice is like, [cause I get it I’m not saying anything is a bad thing it’s just like, “HOW’D… DO YOU KNOW THIS IS FOR EMERGENCIES?!” and I’m like, “I DON’T KNOW *high pitched scared boys voice*” and I hang-up again.
Ethan: Oh NO!
Mark: And they like kept calling back and it’s just like, “AH!”
Ethan: Did they send cops to your house?
Mark: No they were gonna I ran up to my mom like, “BAHHH… MOMMMM! *crying boys voice* BAHMEHGUH *unintelligable crying boy voice* I CALLED 9-1-1 WHAT DO I DO?!” She get’s like, she gets on the phone and they yell at her and there’s like, she’s like,
“HE’S SIX! HE’S SIX!"
and it goes like and she’s like,
"HE’S SIX YEARS OLD!”
my mom, very angry at the time,
“BHE’S SIX! DON’T YOU GET IT! SHUT UP!"
So my mom was just yelling at the police for a while and they’re like, ”DO WE NEED TO SEND A CRUISER OVER THERE!“
pretty much jinxed myself earlier today when I realised I’ve had a good couple mental days (bar the peroxide moment) and now here I am wanting nothing more than to crawl into the hole that is my bed and ignore anything outside of it
Does anyone else have the problem where you want to start a book, which was bought months ago, yet you’re terrified you’re not in the right mindset or stage of life to start it? I’m a firm believer that books come into your life when you need them most…but does that work when there’s so many other books on my shelves and my kindle that are waiting the same treatment?