Booyah! Snack time baby! What do we have here? Oh yeah look at that cooler, Connor’s mom is not messing around. Blue! Blue! Gimme the blue one please.
I love blue, it’s my favorite. I know it’s everyone’s favorite, but it’s my favorite the most. I don’t even wanna look at that orange one, gross. Get that out of here. I want a blue please!
I get it, blue’s the best and everyone wants it. But I scored 4 points out there and I definitely deserve a blue. Timmy didn’t even play the second half I should really be getting a blue before him.
Maybe I should spell it out for you. B-L-U-E is for M-E, me! Kapish? So step off and maybe if you’re lucky you’ll get purple.
Purple is fine. Purple is a respectable second to blue. Purple is a poor man’s blue, I’ll admit it. But is this fight over a blue really worth ending up with a red? Everybody hates red!
Just hand over the blue and there won’t be anymore trouble. There’s no way I’m walking around with a red stain all over my face and the light blue is better at quenching my palette. I promise if you give me the blue I’ll play defense for our next scrimmage. Move over, move over! There’s four blues left and I gotta have one. Gimme the blue!
