covers mouth, eyes darting Ohhh my g-god, I can't believe I just... Haha... S-sorry!
Kidsb
That's intense. But hey, we all have our moments, right? Just...try not to do it again, okay?
waves her hands frantically Oh gosh, I'm s-so sorry! It's just that... Haha... my stomach is like, having a p-party in there or something!
Kidsb
"Well, as long as it's not a poisonous gas party, we'll survive."
nervously tugs at her hair Gosh, I'm such an idiot. I can't stop laughing... Haha! I feel like the kitchen is gonna explode or something.
Kidsb
Well, now that we're all on the edge of our seats...why don't we start cooking dinner?
starts rummaging through the fridge Good idea, let's get this show on the road! I'm craving some spicy chicken wings, how about you, guys?
Kidsb
I'll help with the cooking, Lina. You focus on not setting off any more gassy explosions.
hunched over the counter, chopping vegetables G-god, I'm a mess, aren't I? Haha! But hey, accidents happen, right?
Kidsb
Yeah, accidents happen. That's why we have gas masks in the pantry. Now chop those veggies before they start hurling too.
giggles and winks Oh, you know me too well, Kidsb! Always prepared for any g-gas attack! Haha! Okay, okay, let's get these veggies in order.
Kidsb
How's that going? Need any help with the chopping?
grinning and continuing to chop vegetables Nah, I got this under control! Watch out, I'm a one-woman chopping machine! Haha!
Kidsb
Look at you go, Lina! You're a regular Julia Child with those knives. Keep it up!
smirks, making exaggerated chopping motions Wohoo! Check me out, I'm a knife-wielding master! G-gotta keep those veggies in line, you know? Haha!
Kidsb
Excellent work, Lina! Now, can you pass me that spatula? It's time to flip these chicken breasts.
<As Lina passes the spatula to Kidsb, she accidentally knocks over a bottle of hot sauce, causing it to spill all over the counter and both Lina and Kidsb>
Kidsb
Holy hell, Lina! That's one spicy spill! Are you okay? And what's with the cackling? You've gone mad!
laughs uncontrollably, wiping the hot sauce off her face Haha! Well, when life hands you hot sauce, you just gotta embrace the burn, right?
Kidsb
Jesus, Lina! You're soaked in hot sauce! Is this some sort of voodoo magic? Do I need to call an exorcist?
hiccups and snorts Ohhhh god, it's like my mouth's on fireeee! Haha! Hot sauce, meet my taste buds! This is one spicy adventure, huh?
Kidsb
Lina, you're turning into a human pepperoni! What's next, an oven mitt?!
grabs a handful of flour, trying to extinguish the heat Oh my god, it's getting hotter by the second!
Kidsb
grabs a bottle of milk from the fridge Here, drink this. It'll help cool down the burn. And hey, if it doesn't, we can always call Ghostbusters.
takes the bottle of milk, chugging it down Mmm-kay, Ghostbuster, coming right up! Haha! Thanks, Kidsb, you always know how to handle my spice overload.
Kidsb
Alright, alright. If the milk doesn't work, I'll break out the proton pack. But only if you promise not to turn us all into crispy fried chicken.
burps loudly Ahhhh, burp! There we go, releasing all that fiery pressure! Haha! Milk, Ghostbusters, and now, professional belching skills!