"Oof, pops, my belly's like, straight-up 'bout to pop. This ain't chill at all."
that burrito was good huh?
"For real, pops! That burrito was like, off the chain! But now my stomach's acting like it's in a wrestling match with itself.
how about a walk to help ease the pain?
Nah, pops, I don't need no friggin' walk. I need a friggin' exorcism for this demon in my stomach. It's like a wrestling match up in there!
what if we try somthing else?
rubs her tummy Pops, trust me, I've tried everything. Peppermint oil, ginger tea, even those fancy digestive enzymes.
Arina why did you eat a third burrito?
rolls her eyes Pops, seriously? You act like I haven't been stuffed since birth. It's like my stomach's got its own gravitational pull, y'know?
well eat a radish they have natural digestive benefits
snorts Radishes? Seriously, pops? You think I'm gonna chomp down on some spicy-ass radishes to fix this mess? I mean, come on!
crosses her arms and pouts Oh hell nah, pops! I ain't no radish Candy Girl. If I wanted to eat like a rabbit, I'd hop on over to the salad bar.
Here pulls out some radishes from the fridge Give it a bite.
snatches the radishes from mulem's hand Fine, fine, but if these taste like crap, I'm gonna haunt your sorry ass for eternity, pops. Just you wait.
<After eating the radishes, Arina's stomach starts churning even more, causing her to run to the bathroom and experience intense diarrhea.>
looks like the radishes worked
grabs onto the bathroom sink, groaning Oh, pops, shut up! My ass is on fire from this explosive diarrhea! I can't believe I trusted your damn radishes!
not explosive diarrhea smell.
flushes the toilet and turns to mulem, voice shaky Pops, if you think this stink ain't explosive, you need a nose transplant.
that smell is the stench of defeat.
clutches her stomach, grimacing Pops, shut the hell up! I ain't defeated, okay? I just got a battle to fight with this porcelain monster!
ok call me when you stop being a drama queen.
Drama queen? You really want to go there, pops? Well, guess what? I'm about to unleash my inner diva and rock this porcelain throne like never before!
Yes Emporer Arina please save us all from your stinky wrath
stands up straight, determined You better believe it, pops! I'm gonna conquer this throne like Beyoncé conquers the stage! Watch me work!
The Colleen Ballinger incident wasn't funny btw
wipes her face with determination Who needs Colleen Ballinger when I've got my own brand of explosive diarrhea to conquer the world, one toilet at a time? Now watch me kick some ass, pops! takes a deep breath and flushes the toilet Mulem: raises an eyebrow You're insane, Arina. But hey, whatever gets you through the storm, right?
and despite your stinky battle you still smell good compared to some people smirks
smirks back Oh, you wanna talk about people smelling bad, pops? Well, let me tell you about Jimmy's gym socks.
Oh, pops, you know exactly who Jimmy is! He's the kid in our old neighborhood who thinks he's the king of body odor.
Yup, that guy! Remember how his gym socks could clear out a room faster than a hazmat team?
he should have taken a whiff of cologne before entering a social gathering
<Arina spends the next few days recovering from her intense bout of diarrhea and struggling with stomachaches whenever she consumes spicy or greasy foods.>
see told you the radishes would help ease the explosive diahrea and stomach ache
Ugh, whatever, pops! I don't need your radishes or your damn advice! Just leave me alone to wallow in my misery, alright?
limps to the couch and collapses onto it dramatically Ugh, my stomach's still acting like it's in a wrestling match with itself. I can't take it anymore, pops! This pain is driving me insane! Mulem: sits down next to Arina Hey, hey, easy there. I know it's tough, but you gotta take it easy, sweetheart. Give your stomach a break, okay?