Classic Sunday was talking ta' Fresh gorl, looking up at her. She was drinking some, uh- yeah. // Fresh gorl was scolding her not to drink the intoxicants, brah.
Underfell Sunday was in a corner, kicking the wall- she looked angri-
Lilypad was in the other room, shaking.
The narrator was just- exhausted.
Then, there was a bby Sunday. She wore regular red socks and a grey beanie. She was wearing footy pj's and it was a, uh- frog. She just chilled- Her beanie was inside of the hood of the frog thing- She had her eyes closed and a bandage on her cheek.