"I'm Fabori the Penguin.
"Hi, monochrom3."
"That's frankly impossible. I can't eat my own mustache.""Can you eat mustaches fabori?"
OUCH! "What are you talking about? I'm no cannibal!"*kicks Farobi"
Aha' you're that cannibal penguin
"They're native to my country."Fabori? LOLOLOLOLOL
"So, Fabori. What happened to your red stains?"
Fabori* And due to apparent panic and anxiety, you miss the shot. I smirked and only you noticed it. I whispered under my breath: "You're first."*shoots Farobi/Fabori/Fabrori/whatever while crying because of depression*
"Can I eat it? If not we r breaking up soz."
"That's frankly impossible. I can't eat my own mustache."
OUCH! "What are you talking about? I'm no cannibal!"
"They're native to my country."
Fabori* And due to apparent panic and anxiety, you miss the shot. I smirked and only you noticed it. I whispered under my breath: "You're first."
"Then Fabori, I don't think eating me is a good idea, because you'll get food poisoning if you do. I just had a whole blowfish for my dinner."
My penguin mind:
Great. I don't even know this person and she wants to eat my mustache apparently -- and says we're breaking up? I'm utterly confused.
Real Penguin self:
"We're not even together? And how would you feel if someone comes up to you and asks 'CAN I MUNCH YOUR HAIR?'? That's awkward. I can't let you eat me 'ere prized mustach-io."
"What are you talking about?I'm not going to eat you, of course!", I said confidently.